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Hello! Can I plz request Alastor x Doe! Reader where he meets Charlie's best friend who's the reader and becomes possessive over her, maybe his instincts tell him to mark the reader as his mate. The reader is a white doe. :)

Yessss i love this idea teehee i maybe got carried away and also i unintentionally made this sort gender neutral and a teeny tiny speck of smut, i hope that’s okay if not it’s at the very end so it’s skipable, hopefully i did your idea justice and hope you enjoy!! thank you so much for this xx

At first sight

PART TWO PART THREE

Word count: 3.5K

Warnings: SMUT 18+, doe reader only describes white ears tail and pink nose rest is ambiguous, possibly corny ahh dialogue, love at first sight kinda trope, angel/hellborn reader, slightly OOC Al y’know smut love, reader cooks, biting & briefly blood, penetrative sex, reader makes deal with al to give themselves to him, swearing, NOT PROOFREAD I think that’s it lmk if i missed anything!!

Charlie ran manically around the hotel, fixing various things and studying the entire building under a microscope to ensure it looked its best. Zipping her way to the lobby, she caught the gaze of Angel Dust, who was in the middle of sucking down a frozen popsicle.

“Be nice today! Look your best, oh oh! No porn on the TV!” Charlie shouted rushed and frazzled as she came up beside Angel to fluff out the couch cushions. Husk watched silently ears zeroed in on the conversation unwillingly, focusing mainly on Angel. “Geez toots, what’s got your feathers in a bunch?”

Angel smiled amused by Charlies odd demeanour. “My best friend since, like, forever is coming here today! To see the hotel!” Charlie exclaimed lurching forward to grip Angels shoulders. Smirking at her Angel continued to suck on the popsicle. “So what, is this broad special or something?”

Charlie leaned back pulling her hands down her face, an exasperated groan crawling out from her throat. “Yes! Her mother was friends with my mom when they first came to hell, her mom ended up falling for a hell spawn and we born around the same time,” Charlie explained ringing her hands while pacing.

“She’s my best friend we grew up together, i’m worried she won’t like what i’m doing here.” Charlie finally confessed with a sigh, her body deflating as she herself came to terms with the fact she was afraid. Vaggie lingering in the background finally approached Charlie sticking her hand out to message her arm comfortingly. “I’m sure it’ll be fine toots! Plus she’s a born sinner! Ain’t no way anything here’s gonna be shocking her.”

Despite her worry she could admit Angel Dust was right, AND you’re her best friend there’s no way you’d be unnecessarily cruel to her dreams, you were always supportive and imaginative along with her. Smiling down at Angel, Charlie then plopped down beside him, resting her hooves after hours of hecticily running around. “You’re right Angel, thank you.” Angel hummed out an arrogant ‘you’re welcome’ while Vaggie circled the couch leaning over the back of it.

“So how long has it been since you’ve seen them?” Vaggie asked poking Charlie’s cheek. Looking away she counted on her fingers before turning to look at Vaggie. “Four years, they stayed with me while I tried getting over the absence of my mom; they live in wrath though and eventually went back.” Clapping her hands Charlie stood from the couch her brief moment of hoof rest over, the three sinners watching as she muttered to herself about everyone being on their best behaviour while walking off, clearly the talk only did a little to hush her nerves.

~

Standing outside the hotel doors your ears twitched at the sounds coming from beyond it, it’s clear as day that Charlie was instructing people to behave, be nice, and- not show you porn? Suddenly the door opened startling you slightly but that quickly wore off when you were greeted by the joyous face of your best friend Charlie. Tugging you into a bear hug, Charlie squealed about how excited she was, you naturally fell into her giving her a warm tight hug right back.

“I am so glad you’re here! I’m so happy to see you!” Charlie exclaimed pulling back and examining you. You hadnt seemed to change much to Charlie, the white tail you had wagged behind you happily, your equally platinum ears relaxed occasionally twitching at the sounds around you, your pink deer like nose that was perfectly contrasted with your skin colour.

It was clear you were half an angel, and Charlie lemented, when you two were younger, that she was jealous you had a more animalisitc appearance in comparison to her, but you reminded her that it didn’t matter because she was still as gorgeous as ever. “I’m so glad to be here! I was starting to think you’d never end up inviting me.” You laugh warmly.

Charlie beckoned you inside linking your arms together, the two of you walked inside. Vaggie was punctuated and ready to great you as you came further into the room. “Hi, I’m Vaggie-“ Vaggie was cut off promptly by Charlie who excitedly pulled her into a bear hug, cheek to cheek. “My girlfriend!” Charlie finished with a shout.

Your ivory tail flicked behind you happily as you grinned. “Holy shit! You’ve got a girlfriend? Damn we really need to catch up! Its so nice to meet you Vaggie.” You smile shaking her hand as she stuck it out, Vaggie only nodded smiling seemingly quite reserved.

After some rushed introduction of those around the room including Husk, Angel, Nifty, and Sir Pentious, Charlie took you to your room to settle in. Closing the door behind the two of you Charlie watched as you laid your suit cases down by the bed, unzipping them and pulling out your clothing. “Sooo,” Charlie trailed hands tucked behind her back as she wandered around the vacant room.

“You remember Alastor right? The radio demon?” Charlie questioned, sounding suspicious. Looking up from your folded laundry you quirked a brow fearing where this might be heading. “Yes… i do.” You say slowly, fixing your posture waiting for her to turn to you, but she seemed rather interested in the wallpaper. “Well… y’know… this hotel takes a lot…. and when i first started…” Charlie trailed off gazing out the open window, stepping towards her you carefully placed a hand on her shoulder.

Looking at you she knew there was no sense in keeping such a prominent part of the reason this hotel was possible secret. “Alastors here, he helped since the start. He hasn’t asked for anything in return and he’s already fought for us!” Charlie spat the words out so fast you barely had time to comprehend. You and her were raised around each other meaning you had the same interactions with many of the princes’, sins, and hellborn, but human overlords were always were more…. well they weren’t used to power and immortality so they often over did it, Alastor was no different from what you were aware of.

“Are you sure having him is a good idea? Does your dad know?” Charlie nodded confirming her dad did know. “Yeah he doesn’t know who Al is, and to be fair none of us did! I promise he’s not that bad. Give him a chance?” You hummed looking away as she looked to you, you didn’t want to upset her by the discomfort that would be evident in your eyes. You didn’t enjoy brawls and fights, and you fear the demon would initiate that.

“Well i suppose i could trust him if you do, but i am skeptical; you’re always seeing the light in demons, even when it’s not there.” You laughed out recalling some things of the past that ended poorly because of a Charlie’s trust in certain sinners. And though at times foolish it was still an admirable trait and you aspired to be as kind hearted as she could be. “Where’s the guy anyways?” You asked after a short moment of pondering.

Charlie shrugged looking as if she was trying to recount the day. “Well he did say he had a meeting with Rosie,” She muttered quietly, although you didn’t know who Rosie was, you didn’t bother questioning it instead you pat Charlie on the shoulder, telling her that you’d like to get some rest, and you’d worry about Alastor later.

And so you spent a bit of time unpacking your things and settling down, you always preferred to be more in touch with the animalistic parts of yourself so your belongings held a lot of earthy aesthetics to them. Sitting on your bed, stripped of the hotels sheets and remade with your own, you opened your laptop and began typing.

You had forgotten about Alastor for the most part but you remember Charlie brining it up as he began his tyranny after his death. Charlie had always been pretty involved with her people, mainly focusing her energy on human sinner so you weren’t surprised that she knew of him, you were however surprised she was so willing to let him in when he massacred her people.

After a few minutes of light research about the demon, you established with how long he was gone perhaps he would be willing to change however you’d keep up your guards just to be sure.

~

Humming to himself Alastor got ready for the day, though he rarely slept he did occasionally get into evening outfits if he was staying in. He fixed his hair, ensuring not a hair was out of place and with a finally dust of his sleeves, he materialized his microphone and trotted his way out of his room.

A new scent hit him the minute he got to the staircase, the reaction was instantaneous, his ears perked, his tail stiffened thank the hellions no one was around to witness his discomfort, because it was evident. Fixing his posture, and his smile, he pretended nothing was up and continued his way downstairs. He greeted Husk as usual, and like usual Husk only grunted at the demon.

Making his way into the kitchen Alastor was stunted in place by the sight in front of him. There you stood deer tail wagging, singing along to music as you mixed a bowl of who knows what together. Alastor observed you quietly as ever, and definitely not checking you out because that would be rude- however your tail was very much distracting.

Clearing his throat the static spitting out behind his voice, you jumped slightly at the sound of him, looking over your shoulder to where he stood at the kitchen entry. The two of you simply stared at each other for a moment, the song in the background seemingly quieter than before, as if the two of you were in your own little zone.

Alastor couldn’t describe the gravitational pull he had toward you, he would’ve been a fool to deny your beauty, but he’d never had issue admitting when a demon or person was beautiful, it didn’t matter to him, so he couldn’t grasp why you seemed to have an immediate effect on him.

You too felt similarly gawking at the sight of him, i mean you’d never seen pictures of him, only art or depictions, which really didn’t do him any good. You were honestly a little embarrassed, you thought he was incredibly handsome, contrary to your beliefs prior to this moment, and you felt a little silly to suddenly feel like going back on your apprehension about him simply because of how attractive he was.

Deciding to finally break the intense yearning gaze the two of you held, Alastor perked up stepping close to you swinging his hand out to shake. “Alastor darling, pleasure to meet you, quite the pleasure.” Going unnoticed by you, Alastor’s voice involuntarily dropped lower, making it come out more sultry than he’d ever done during an introduction. Of course Alastor was aware it wasn’t his normal voice and wondered why the hell he decided to modify his tone to come out as seductive as it did; was it just by nature?

“I’m YN, Charlie’s best friend. I don’t know if you knew i was staying but i am, surprise! Heh,” You say a little nervously sticking out your hand but quickly retracting it, as it was covered in dough. “I’m making bread and breakfast, do you like french toast?” You finish finally gaining the courage to meet his gaze properly.

His eyes were lidded, and he looked down at you only with his eyes keeping his head forward, which made you feel some type of way. He had such a big presence, height aside, that would make anybody on the receiving end of his heated gaze, shrink. “I suppose i wouldn’t mind a little bite to eat, tell me little doe, how do you make such a meal?”

Of course Alastor knew what french toast was, but he’d much prefer to play stupid so he could listen to you speak, and have you look up at him so deliciously. “Well, i’m making some homemade no yeast bread, and then i’m gonna do the egg and frying, normally i mix some cinnamon and honey in, but i might not since i don’t know what you guys like. A lot of people put syrup, but i can’t stand it; too sticky.” You explained mixing all of your ingredients, turning to him you smiled.

“Would you mind greasing the pan for me, please?” Alastor nearly purred at you with how you requested his help he would’ve bent himself backwards if it meant you’d ask him like that again. The way these emotions hit him in the gut; the undeniable feeling of desire he was trying to fight against was incredibly intense and oddly, he liked it. “Of course my dear, whatever you wish, i shall see to.” With the snap of his fingers his hair had been pulled back, suit jacket gone, leaving him in only his white button up, and a pink apron.

Shamessly your eyes roamed his figure watching as he began to grease the pan with his hand. His eyes still lidded and smile relaxed. You enjoyed how he stood tall and relaxed, and it was only now when you caught a peek of his red tail that you realized; “You’re a deer?”

Alastor paused momentarily, eyes lazily difting toward you. He didn’t mind that you saw his tail, and he was a little surprised you lacked to notice he was a deer. “What did you think i was sweetheart?” Alastor exclaimed his entertainment persona peeking through as he did. You peeled your eyes away feeling a little bad for staring at him, instead you focused on placing the bread into the bow greased pan before responding. “Maybe a fox, but to be honest i didn’t think too much about it.”

Alastor hummed in agreement, watching as you placed the bread in to the oven. There weren’t many does Alastor has seen, many bucks but does were more of a rarity. The two of you made breakfast, bantering about things here and there and getting to know one another.

“What’s earth like?” You asked watching him prepare dough for beignets which he insisted you tried as it was a lousiana breakfast staple- but also because he wanted to have you to himself just a bit longer, and show off his cooking skills. “What do you mean dear?” Alastor questioned brows furrowed slightly, but his inquiry came soft with no judgement. “I’m not human, moms an angel, dad was one of the few hell borns that kinda just popped up, we don’t know where he went to though, anyways i’ve never seen the earth.”

Now that, was news to him. He suspected you were something special based off the tugging feeling he had toward you, but being a literal angel wasn’t something he would’ve bet on, but should’ve guessed on. Without a worry in his mind, Alastor happily told you about his home in new orleans, what it was like being a radio host, how in got into voodoo, how he new some cajun french, as well as his mother.

Leaning on the counter head rested on his hand, looking at you dreamily while the beignets fried. “My mother was an angel, she was my biggest supporter at the time, the reason i kept pushing. I have the upmost respect for mothers like mine.” You, as equally lost in the dream like bliss Alastors presence brought you, smiled at his story’s ogling at the man who spoke so highly of his mom. “That’s the sweetest Alastor, I wish i could’ve met the woman who made you into such a gentlemen.” You flirt subtly gently patting his arm.

Alastor hummed a lovesick smile on his face his tail wagging happily behind him as the two of you continued to yap. Tails syncing with the way they swayed unnoticed by you two as you lost yourselves in eachother, also going unnoticed was Charlie giddy as could be, in the background jumping up and down. Slipping away to Vaggie, Charlie gripped her like she was her life line. “YN and Alastor are totally going to get together! Ahh!” Charlie squealed shaking a limp Vaggie back and forth.

~

“Mhm Alastor please please please,” You chant wrapped tightly around the demons waist, as he pressed you up against your dresser. After a full day of being alongside Alastor the tension snapped between you two, although it took a few things to get there. First Angel hitting on you right after breakfast, it made Alastor seethe the symbols and static materializing as he watched Angel hit on you. It made Alastor realize such a sweet doe like you must be marked, can’t have other buck or demon filth thinking they can just put there hands on you.

The second thing that egged him on was when the two of you went for a stroll together, and while in a store witnessed a demon repeatedly harass you while you simply tried to pick out a dress! Alastor apologized for the blood shed, but he professed he needed to obliterate that demon to protect you and that would be the only time he would ever put you in a position to see such things. Which made your heart flutter, you felt the desire to have him protect you, it’s not like you couldn’t do it yourself but it made you weak in the knees to have a demon like Alastor jumped to protect you.

Thrusting into you needily, Alastor growled like a mad man his hand climbing up your body to grab your cheeks gently fixing your gaze up to him. “You’re mine,” Static laced his tone as he hissed out at you, pushing his body flush to yours. Moaning like a whiny porn star, you nodded in your head in a daze. “My mate,” He muttered again breathing deeply as he clenched his teeth.

Reaching your hands up to grab his antlers that sprout, you couldn’t help the way your body shook and the way you lewdly moaned. You felt so electrified and couldn’t contain the pleasure Alastor was making you feel. “Please Al, I love it so good,” You whined against his lips, his smile closed and strained as his lips brushed against yours, your breath tickling him as you whined.

Smashing your lips together Alastor picked up the pace feeling like a wild animal. He wanted you, forever, he wanted you to be his one and only, his only doe. Making himself hornier with the thought of having you all to himself his static crackled loudly as he thought up something mischievous. Pulling back from your heated kiss, you whined begging him to kiss you, touch you and fuck you, smiling at you in your disheveled state, a green huge suddenly engulfed the room.

The two of you lit up like neon as symbolize shined in the background. “Give yourself to me little doe, be my mate for entirety and the world is yours, anything you or your friends want i will give you. I can’t let such a thing like you go, i need you.” Alastor statically said, it sounded quite ominous but you were too horny to pick up on that, you could only pay attention to the need you had between your legs and in your heart. Alastor wanted you to be his forever, linked to you for eternity. Perhaps it was the fact that you were both deer that you two had this simultaneous connection, but regardless you couldn’t care you just wanted him back as much as he wanted you.

Thrusting yourself upward into him, you gripped his hand, while clenching down on him at the same time. “Yes, always i’m yours only; it’s a deal.” You moaned. Growling demonically Alastors green disputes like electricity, escaping this room and flowing through the hotel like wave. Feeling his heart bloom Alastors ears clipped back as he jackhammered into you, the dresser slamming against the wall while you squealed a little giggle bubbling out from how needy he became. That giddiness left as a violent hot mass washed over you, screaming out a moan you clutched Alastor, singing out his name through moans of appreciation as he coaxed you with praises through your orgasm.

It shook your body, and soon after Alastor came to a halt inside you, biting down hard on your neck. You moaned his name, not even feeling pain as he sunk his teeth into you down to the gum. After a few moments of licking up your blood he pulled away gazing into your fucked out eyes. As you were about to tell Alastor that you needed to figure out why you were both so suddenly connected, Charlie bolted in.

“YOU MADE A DEA- FUCK IM SORRY!” Within the span of two seconds Charlie had two separate panic attacks, one because she saw the green deal making light shoot through the hotel while you were alone with Al, and the second right after she closed to door from seeing the two of you intertwined at the hips.

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Heyy! I just wanted to say your pretty boy series was just chefs kiss!!!! I was wondering if I could request a shy subby bangchan admitting that he has a choking kink during a game of truth and dare where the members make fun of him for it. Seeing all the teasing makes reader want to fulfill his fantasies and he’s even more nervous because your his crush 😩

a/n: hi thank you so much!! that series was actually my first ever kpop fanfic and I was beyond shocked by all the love it got!! and ofc here ya go!

synopsis: You thought you knew everything about your best friends, especially Bangchan. A game of truth or dare (and maybe a bit too much alcohol) makes his deepest fantasies come to light, and you're more than happy to make those a reality.

warnings: mdni 18+, fem!reader, everyone's a bit tipsy, choking (m!rec), hair pulling (m!rec), dry humping, dom reader, cumming in pants, crying, begging, confessing, aftercare, FLUFF... the usual

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"Uh...Chan! Truth or dare?" Han all but slurs. He hiccups as he takes another swing of his beer. 

Chan thinks for a moment, his face slightly flushed. You notice his cheeks, his ears, and the tip of his nose are tinted pink. His eyes aren't as focused, but they still glint with a curious spark. 

"Truth."

"Oh you're no fun!" Felix complains. He's also very flushed, though not as drunk as Han. "You've been choosing that the entire time." Chan only shrugs in response, "Then ask interesting questions."

Han isn't one to turn down a challenge. You can see his whole demeanor change at the proposition. He sits up a little straighter, ruffles his hair, and looks his leader dead in the eyes. "Fine. What's your biggest kink?"

This makes the men 'ooo' and 'ahh'. Even Seungmin, who's been relatively quiet, perks up. His friends lean in closer to hear his answer, eyes shining with mischievousness. Even you find yourself eager to hear what he has to say.

"I uh..." Chan trails off.

"Don't be a cunt Chan," Felix laughs at this stuttering friend. Minho quickly joins in on the teasing, "Chan the cunt! Chan the cunt!" It doesn't take long for the boys to start chanting, causing you to go into a fit of laughter.

"Okay, fuck! You assholes, choking! I like choking!."

Chan's eyes darted to yours for a brief moment after his forced confession. Choking isn't the only thing he secretly likes, but you. The moment his members asked to play truth or dare, he knew he was in for it. They have an idea about his crush on you, but Chan didn't think they'd embarrass him like that.

"You like choking them during sex?" Han further inquiries. 

Chan shakes his head, "That's two questions." His response is met with boos. The chant quickly picks up again, with you joining in this time. He turns even more red, the color showing on his neck. "Ugh! Me! I like being choked!"

Silence. The abrupt stop of chanting echoes in the dorm. Chan wishes he could bury himself in the ground. 

Then Changbin laughs a high-pitched staccato that makes everyone else in the room howling with laughter. Han clutches his stomach and claims he's going to throw up. Minho and Seungmin team up on calling Chan a sub. You just sit there.

Chan? A sub? No, that can't be right. His entire presence screams dominant. He's the leader for god's sake, why would he be anything less? 

Your eyes travel down to his neck. His veins pop out from yelling at them to shut up. His skin is already pink, but you think it would look pretty blotched with purple. Then you recall the music video he made with Hyunjin, Red Lights. Chan did look rather...nice with hands on his bare throat.

Maybe the alcohol's getting to your head, but the image won't leave your mind. Would he beg for more? Ask you to squeeze harder? Your hands clench and unclench, eager to grasp onto something. 

You down the rest of your bottle, chugging the bitter liquid until it burns your throat. 

The game continues without missing a beat. You learn that Felix wears women's underwear, Han has never cum from sex, Minho has never let a girl ride him, Seungmin's been in a threesome, and Changbin uses a chastity. All of their spilled secrets should play in your head, so why can't you stop thinking about Chan's?

You're so lost in your thoughts that you don't hear Felix calling your name. You blink a few times and look up at him, "Huh?"

"Truth or dare."

Oh, it's your turn. You twirl the empty bottle in your hand before coming to a decision, "Truth."

He hums at that, eyebrows knitting together as he thinks. His eyes land on Chris, and a devious smile appears on his face. "Have you ever choked someone during sex?"

The boys perk their ears up, Seungmin playfully nudges Chan who slaps his shoulder in response. But still, he finds himself anxious at your waiting response. What if you say it's weird? That you could never do anything like that? Instead, Chan hears you say the exact opposite.

"I have actually yeah. Plenty of times."

They make a noise as if they're in awe, and Seungmin elbows Chan much harder this time. 

"Looks like we got another freak on our hands," Minho teases. You only roll your eyes in response, smiling. "Says the one who can't do cowgirl."

"Yeah that's weird as fuck," Han interjects. "Don't you wanna see the tiddies bounce?" Minho waves Han off and tsks, "You're weird as fuck. How do you not cum from sex?"

"I get nervous okay!"

The two playfully bicker before Seungmin calls it night. Then Changbin followed after. One by one, the boys begin retrieving their rooms until it's just you and Chris. It's past midnight, and he should be in bed like the rest of his members, but he stays behind to help you clean. 

"You really don't have to help," Chan says. 

You pick up the empty bottles and toss them in the trash bag. "I don't mind. Plus I played too, it's only fair I do this." He doesn't argue with that logic. An awkward tension hangs in the air and you both quietly get to work, and you're the first to break it. "So choking huh?"

Chan coughs dramatically, covering his mouth with his fist. "What? Me? I don't know what you're talking about."

His blush gives it away. You've always thought his shyness was cute, but you would have never guessed it played a role in the bedroom.

"You don't have to act coy with me Channie. I know all your dirty little secrets." You laugh as he deepens in that reddish color. Chan clears his throat, "Well, I know yours too now."

You nod, "Ah, touché."

A moment of silence hangs over you two. This time, Chan breaks it. "What got you into it? Choking I mean."

You tie the trash bag and put it next to the front door. "A while ago. I was...with someone and they asked me to. Didn't think much of it until we did it again. The boom, now it's just a thing."

Chan nods, making a small ah sound. 

"How about you though?" You find yourself sitting on the couch. Chan has also deserted his duties, fiddling with his ripped jeans. He isn't as drunk as before, but he can still feel it in his veins. There's a small voice of common sense telling him to keep quiet, that he shouldn't embarrass himself more than he has already. But Chan never listens to that voice. 

"The people I've been with always want me to choke them. And I thought 'What's the big deal about?' Then when I did it to myself, I kind of got it."

You do a double-take at him. "Wait what? You do it to yourself?"

He nods, "Yeah. I'm too embarrassed to ask anyone. I really like...taking it. Ya know what I mean?" Chan waits for your answer but is met with deafening silence. He should have listened to that voice. If you thought he wasn't a freak then, you must think he is one now. 

The expression change catches your attention. You quickly apologize when you see his mood stop, shaking your hands in a surrendering manner. "No! I get it, I do! I didn't think you'd do it to yourself. It just caught me by surprise. 

Your words do little to help him. Seeing Chan upset makes your heart clench, and you scramble for ways to make it up. "I can do it. Show you how it feels when someone else does it."

His frown turns into confusion. "You'd wanna do that? Are you sure?"

You've never been more sure of anything else. The thought of your fingers around Chan has never left your mind. It's not fair that he works so hard, yet doesn't get half as much in return. Fulfilling his deepest desires is the least you could do for him.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Come here."

Chan hesitantly rises to his feet, taking slow steps to where you sit. He carefully sits down beside you, watching how you adjust to place each leg on either side of his thighs. You don't know how you gathered the confidence to straddle Chan so easily, but you'd be damned if you stopped now.

Your hands find his neck, grazing over his skin. He's soft and warm underneath your fingertips. Chan half expected you to start right away, so he's surprised to feel you take your time. Your thumb travels to his chin, feeling his plush bottom lip.

Friends don't do this, they don't sit in each other's lap and think about kissing them. But it's what you're doing right now. Chan is still underneath you, waiting for your next move. The two of you are already pushing past limits, but you can blame the alcohol in the morning. 

You lean in, looking up in his eyes to see if he wants this too. It doesn't shock you to see that he does, and Chan fills the small gap between you two. 

His lips are softer than what you could have imagined. It makes your stomach flip in desire. His hands find your waist to bring you closer and you melt in his hold. The feeling of your warm body on his makes him moan quietly in your mouth. You press your lips harder, making his head tilt from the weight of your hunger.

Then your hands travel down to his neck, gripping and getting him used to how your fingers wrap around him. 

Chan gasps in your mouth, aroused eyes opening to peer into your own. He gives you a nod of affirmation, biting his lower lip as he waits. 

Your fingers go on either side of his throat, applying light pressure. Your lips are a breath away, eyelashes nearly touching as you look for any signs of discomfort. Chan instead moans at the pressure, mouth opening to beg. 

"Harder. Fuck please harder."

The pussy between your legs throbs. It's mindless as you slowly grind against his erection, obeying his desperate request. You can feel his pulse quicken in your palm, how his throat opens when he takes breaths. 

Chan's eyes cross, his quiet moans tumbling into your mouth. He's begun to rock his hips against yours. You can feel your cunt sticking to your underwear. It feels so good to feel his clothed cock between your legs, his throat between your hands. 

You squeeze harder, earning a small cry from Chan. His eyes turn glossy, and you take this as a cue to loosen your grip. He reacts negatively, whining and slapping your ass in protest. 

"I wanted it harder," he rasps out. 

You shake your head, "That's too much for you Channie. Just let me take care of you, hm?" He hesitates for a second, debating if he should argue with you. You're the pro though, and Chan might push himself a little too far (something he tends to do much too often). He nods at you, "Yeah."

Moving one of your hands to the back of his neck while the other goes to the back of his head. Chan raises an eyebrow but says nothing. He hasn't seen this one in videos. 

You grab a fist full of his hair and force him to look upwards, baring his throat to you. You squeeze the back of his neck and simultaneously pull on his hair roughly. Chan's hips jerk at the combination, rutting against you. 

It's a bit hard to ride him, but Chan is adamant on feeling your pussy behind the layers of clothes. He keeps his hard grip on your hips to hump you against him while you do the work from above. You hiss when his cock catches your clit, making your thighs shake.

Chan's neck is pretty, forming light red handprints on the side of them. You lean down to mark it up even more, kissing and biting on his tender flesh. Hearing him groan makes you pull on his hair harder, squeeze the back of his neck just a little harder. 

You kiss down his neck until you find a spot that makes him squeak. Chan can feel you smile against his skin as you bite down on it. Your teeth sink into his flesh, making his hips still. 

"Ah~ fuuuck! I think imma cum," he drawls out. 

"That's okay Channie," you coo. "Go ahead and cum in your pants." He attempts to shake his head, but your grip is unwavering. "I don't wanna cum in my pants! You. I wanna cum in you."

You're dripping. Your underwear is drenched in your slick, you think it must be running down your thighs. Chan's cock would fit perfectly inside of you, rubbing against your walls rhythmically, hitting you deep until he cums. It would leave you so full, so satisfied. 

"Friends don't cum in each other," you tsk at him.

"I don't want to be your friend!" He all but wails. Chan's eyes are brimmed with tears, but he's too fucked out to think properly. His words shock you, somewhat hurt. "What?"

"I can't go back to being your friend after this. I've wanted this, wanted you. I wanna cum so bad in you. Fuck, I love you. I fuckin love you and your pussy. Let me cum in you please, please..." Chan babbles incoherently. 

He's thrusting his hips up against you, hands making you bounce on his clothed cock. Chan began to cry, begging pathetically as if he didn't just confess. 

You want to question him, to confirm if he truly thinks that or if it's just his dick talking. Instead, you grind your hips harder and yank his hair roughly, "Nope."

A malicious smile finds your lips when you hear him cry. You bite down on him just to hear him sob more. Chan can feel his cock twitch in his boxers, the tensing in his balls before he cums. 

You have to kiss him to muffle his moans, conscious of the people sleeping just in the other room. He bites and licks your lips messily as you pull his hair downwards. 

Shivers and goosebumps appear on Chan's arms when he finishes. He's softly grinding against you, making sure to milk himself dry. 

The applied pressure on his neck slowly releases. He groans when your warm hands leave him, twitching. The sides of his throat settled to a purple color covered in your bruising kisses and fingers. Chan's neck is even prettier when covered in black and blue.

He doesn't let you get off his lap when you try to move. Chan needs to feel you, that you're still here. You don't fight against him, instead wrapping your hands around his neck and bringing him into your chest. 

Chan molds in your hold, breathing you in. He's still shaking, whimpering softly from his post-orgasm. It's important to stay where you are next to him. This might have been the most extreme scene he's gone through, he'll need time to recover.

Your digits tangle in his messy hair, gently massaging and scratching Chan's scalp. He hums in your chest and pecks your neck, the exposed parts of your chest. It feels right to hold him, to give when he never receives. 

Maybe you shouldn't mention the elephant in the room, his confession. You'll file it away in the back of your mind as sex talk, nothing more. But something tells you this won't be the last that you get involved with Chan.

a/n: badda bing badda boom, this was kinda hard to write I aint gonna lie. I had to google how bdsm choking words and different methods. but I really hope you liked it !! update!: part two here!

[meaningofaeons]

Hi!! I just started reading your stuff and I really like it!! I was wondering if I could request some headcanons with the HSR boys (your choice but I would appreciate one with Jing Yuan) with a reader who is part of the Stelleron hunters and their role is to clear up any clues they may have left behind not on purpose, the boys caught them in the act and they made a break for it, but after the event the reader finds themself to be looking after the boys more (you can decide whether they know or if they find out due to a coincidence) and they confront the reader about it.

- 🌙 Anon

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ stellaron spy

⊹ character(s) - dan heng, jing yuan ⊹ word count - 1.7k ⊹ notes - gn!reader, stellaron hunter!reader, a bit of angst, fluff, mystery, intrigue, oh my!

hi 🌙 anon!!!! omy my first named anon (₌♥ᆽ♥₌) I'm so glad to hear you enjoy my writing!!! I was very tempted to add sampo to the mix here but as the stellaron hunters were not involved much with anyone in belobog I decided against it. but who knows?! maybe a p2 for this will come out! anyways, thank you for the request my lovely!!! I had fun with it! (๑✪ᆺ✪๑)

post editing katze here - I'm so sorry these read more like scenarios than hcs but all my hcs kinda do </3 I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

⊹ Dan Heng

Your assignment was simple: Clean up the Stellaron Hunters' presence in the Herta Space Station, and leave no trace of your own visit.

As a member of the highly skilled group, you were more than prepared and qualified.

And of course, Kafka and Silver Wolf saw fit to leave a mess behind for you as always.

They never did anything beyond Elio's allowance in order to guide the universe to the correct future, and it's not as if they had anything against you, but you still somehow ended up with a large workload each time.

A stray piece of Silver Wolf's code here, a bullet with Kafka's insignia on it there.

Nothing out of the ordinary, and all seemingly meaningless in the pursuit of the ideal future. Things that would be cast aside by the average person, if not missed entirely.

And yet, that's why you were here—those very "meaningless" pieces of evidence were specific items ordered by Elio that could cause the single tip of a domino should they be found and investigated. The most insignificant things could completely restructure the path you were on, and by extension, Elio's plans.

Of course, Destiny's Slave didn't tell you everything.

Specifically, he neglected to mention you literally bumping into a member of the Astral Express Crew.

On the way into a restricted section full of monsters.

Just perfect.

"Ah, I'm terribly sorry!" You were flustered, yes, but it served as a good cover considering your disguise as a researcher.

The man before you looked indifferent by nature, but something about you caught his eye, and he put his arms out to steady you.

"It's fine. Why are you heading into a restricted zone?"

"Ahh, I'm okay! Just grabbing some of my research materials! If you'll excuse me..."

He didn't seem content to leave you to do as you wished considering your disguise, but then he caught sight of the bullet you held. Kafka's bullet, signature carved into the side and all.

He put two and two together, his blue eyes widening.

"You—"

Before he could say anything further, you had vanished, hearing his footsteps chasing after you after ducking into an alcove. He came and went, and you found yourself alone again.

Well, there goes a smooth mission... He's surely off to alert security.

As the days passed, you continued your task. Of course, Kafka had given you a predictable answer when you confronted her about the run-in with the black-haired man.

"That would be Dan Heng of the Astral Express Crew. Don't worry. You were fated to meet. As I'm sure you know, your foresight on meeting him would have ruined the future."

Of course.

However, the young man intrigued you, and you eventually found yourself watching over him more and more.

He went to get lunch? You would subtly switch your disguise and be in line right behind him.

He took a walk around the station? You weren't far behind.

He entered a restricted zone to assist? You cleared out a couple of monsters ahead of him to make his job easier.

It's all for the mission, you'd justify. Just monitoring him to ensure he doesn't throw a wrench into Elio's plans.

Eventually, your little side-mission caught up to you.

"I really should just turn you in."

A pale hand had reached over your head, grabbing the information tablet above you, and you paused.

Compared to your previous meeting, you were a lot more calm. After all, as Kafka had said, you only needed trust in Elio and his future.

"Then why haven't you?"

The dark-haired man couldn't provide an answer.

"Are you here to stir up trouble again... Stellaron Hunter?"

"Just the opposite, really."

Dan Heng was perplexed, yet intrigued—two feelings he didn't experience often.

"I really should...—ugh. Never mind. For now, I won't do a thing. But I'll be keeping an eye on you."

"I will do the same for you."

"I've noticed."

"Then I'm sure you've noticed the gift I left in your pocket."

As soon as he looked down, you were gone. Still, you weren't lying—there in his pocket lay a piece of paper with your contact information... along with an alias.

Dan Heng didn't know what to feel, but a strange warmth filled his cheeks, and he ran a hand over his face.

What... just happened?

You, meanwhile, having completed your mission, met back up with Kafka in only a few hours' time.

"Your number, hm? Smooth, Y/N. I didn't think you had it in you. Should I consider this a betrayal?"

"Hush up, Kafka. You know this was bound to happen."

"Astute as always."

You had to hold back your groan along with your own reddened cheeks.

⊹ Jing Yuan

Being a Stellaron Hunter meant trusting Elio no matter what, even if it seemed to be at your own peril.

Even with his indifference towards his own and your lives in the face of the necessary future, Destiny's Slave had assured you and the rest of the Stellaron Hunters that you were not to be expended for the cause.

At least, not for a very, very long time.

So why is the General of the Xianzhou Luofu in front of you right now?

This wasn't in the plan! Only Kafka and Blade were meant to be arrested!

Your momentary panic caused you to forget the obvious—

You're not on any wanted lists, you have not been seen associating with either detained Stellaron Hunter on the Luofu, and you're posed as a completely ordinary Xianzhou Outworlder.

On top of that... Kafka had secured you a (fake) position somewhat close to the General for intel-gathering. For all intents and purposes, you were meant to be here.

But that handsome face honestly made your brain run on empty at the most crucial moment. And besides, your false position wasn't that high up!

Unless it was, and the information was withheld in case you got captured...

You wondered if Elio could laugh, and if he could, whether he was amused by your current blunder. Surely, all according to the plan of destiny.

"Goodness. I knew I had some level of charm somehow, but to think I'd evoke such a reaction."

You froze up upon General Jing Yuan moving his face even closer to yours, inspecting you carefully.

"Or perhaps you're just intimidated by me?"

Focus, Y/N, focus!

"Not at all, General," you were quick to respond, impressing even yourself at the steadiness in your voice. "I was simply stunned that the General would greet me, a mere advisor, personally."

"Well, mere advisor, I find you enthralling. Please report to work tomorrow directly to my desk. I'll have you assist me with my paperwork."

...Huh?

That's how you found yourself roped into being Jing Yuan's personal assistant.

The incident with Kafka and Blade progressed naturally, but you found yourself with more and more work.

All to keep up the cover of a simple employee trying to earn your daily wages, you supposed. Not to mention, the closeness of it all allowed you intel on Jing Yuan that you never would have acquired otherwise.

It made sense that this was Elio's plan all along, but you were still a bit bittersweet about your circumstances.

The sweet part being... Well, the General was nice to look at, and he wasn't a bad conversationalist, either.

And of course, the intel. The intel was good. You were certainly still focused on it.

When he ate, when he took walks (casual ones, he assured you when you were forced to join him, but you knew it was a guise for patrolling the Luofu), and when he trained with Yanqing, the Cloud Knight Lieutenant.

Everything went straight to Elio's ear.

The bitter part... Everything else.

Every day, you wondered if the General knew your identity and purpose. Yet he never spoke a word of it.

And his requests were getting more ridiculous by the day!

"Y/N, would you be so kind as to keep me company while I finish my paperwork?"

"That would be highly unprofessional... I must clock out for the night."

Another night, it was something else.

"Y/N, how about a game of chess?"

"We're working, General."

"Call me Jing Yuan, would you? 'General' is far too uptight."

"That would also be unprofessional!"

"Isn't it more unprofessional to deny your superior's request?"

Now you were sure of it. Elio, along with Kafka, Blade, and Silver Wolf, and every single one of the other Stellaron Hunters...

They were watching this all like a horrendous, slow-burn, romantic sitcom, and they were laughing their heads off at you running yourself ragged. That had to be it.

However, all good? things come to an end. It was only a few months in that you were called to clean up yet another Stellaron Hunter operation.

And with that, your resignation was plopped on Jing Yuan's desk in the dead of night, with you and him being the only two souls in the entirety of the Seat of Divine Foresight.

"...So, that's it?"

"I'm afraid so."

That smile of his made you want to stay, though you'd never say it aloud.

"Well, I suppose Stellarons are present in many different worlds."

Your jaw could've dropped. It was a miracle your face remained stoic.

"Do come back and visit me, though? Or better yet, desert them entirely and stay by my side?"

The tone was teasing, but the longing was still buried beneath it all.

When your face hardened, his smile softened.

"Of course not. I understand the feeling of being unable to abandon your comrades, your cause. Still, I do hope we meet again."

With a laugh at your silence, he unclasped one of the blue tassels from his uniform and put it right into your expectant hand—instinct on your part at his gesture.

"Return that to me soon. Don't make me wait too long. After all, without it, my coat is asymmetrical. Not a great look for the General of the Luofu, is it, my dear?"

"...No. I suppose it isn't."

It took you less than the space of a breath to vanish from his office, and you knew you likely wouldn't be back—not for a long time, that is—but Jing Yuan's tassel remained in your belongings nonetheless.

[stoned-eren]

rq: hii pls can i request an eren x reader canon fic? like they are in a relationship but the night before she goes on a mission, they have a fight so he doest say goodbye to her the next morning before she leaves for her mission and she goes missing. eren loves her sm and spends his missions (even free time) looking for her for the next few weeks and finally finds her and apologises crying and everything saying how much he loves her🫶

a/n: this was such a sweet concept <33 i hope you like it ahh... also! for the sake of this fic, eren is a part of the survey corps still!

content: pre-established relationship, mentions of death/implied death, fluff, a bit of angst but it resolves itself

word count: 1.6k - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

it had been three weeks already.

a frantic three weeks at that.

as the days ticked by, eren found himself beyond restless; worried out of his mind. the last conversation you had with him replayed endlessly in his head. unfortunately, it wasn’t a smooth conversation.

eren had suddenly mentioned to you that he only had a few years left, and that he wanted you to find ways to start to “prepare yourself and move on”. ultimately, he wanted to remind you that his time with you was extremely limited and dwindling. and of course, you didn’t want to hear it. you couldn’t handle hearing it.

you didn’t want to move on. but eren wanted you to prepare for the inevitable future. harsh words were exchanged between each other, an argument that both of you were determined to win. but ultimately, the debate that you two had scratched away at eren, clawed and gnawed on his insides.

he couldn’t help but regret every word that he carelessly spat out.

if only he could take it all back.

if only he could see you again.

but you had been gone. for three weeks now, and it was beyond concerning.

you left for a mission the night before you and eren argued, and never returned. once your expedition was over, eren had searched the crowds of soldiers, his heart sinking when he didn’t spot your sweet face. and to add insult to injury, eren didn’t even say goodbye to you when you left, too caught up in being upset about the previous night’s argument.

the panic and turmoil eren went through was indescribable. he couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t eat, he couldn’t sit still. he couldn’t relax in any way, to put it frankly. he was worried sick about you.

eren had to see you again, he had to talk to you again. there was no way that was your last conversation with him, right? there was no way that was the end of it. no. absolutely not.

to keep himself from spiraling, eren had to convince himself that you were out there, somewhere. maybe you just wandered off from your squad and got lost?

regardless, he would do whatever it took to bring you back home to him.

while on expeditions, eren looked for you. there were several times where eren would receive a firm reminder to “focus on the mission”, but how could he? how could he, when he knew that you were out there somewhere, potentially hurt, injured- afraid? how could he possibly focus on the mission when his mind was so full of thoughts of you?

eren searched for you in his free time as well. he spent so long searching in the forest of giant trees, he was certain that he could have mapped it out at this point. as he examined each and every crevice and corner of the forest, his hope slowly started to dwindle. there were no signs of anyone, no signs of you.

for three weeks, it was like this.

desperation started to kick in for eren towards the end of the third week. as he started another search for you, gazing at what seemed like the thousandth tree, he couldn’t help but wonder: what if that was the last time he saw you?

after all, he couldn’t keep this up forever. he was losing himself trying to find you.

eren ventured farther into the forest, coming across an area that he didn’t really recognize. in the depths of the forest was a small lake, one that extended past eren’s line of sight. guiding his horse, eren traveled down the lake’s path, his eyes scouring every inch of the dense green ferns and trees around him.

after what seemed like an hour of traveling down the lake, there were still no signs of you. just as eren was about to turn around, ready to accept defeat and despair once again, he spotted something out of the corner of his eye.

in the distance, was a small, dilapidated home. as eren approached the home, he could see just how abandoned it was. half of the house was covered in thick moss and shrubbery, wooden panels falling off the frames of the house’s structure. the home looked as if it had been untouched for a decade.

and eren would have thought that was the case, if he didn’t see the cloak that was hung outside of the house. it was yours. eren was able to instantly recognize it as yours, since he was keenly familiar with all the rips and tears that your cloak had.

with his heart racing, eren nearly toppled off of his horse with how fast he clambered off. instantly, he’s glued to the front of the house, frantically knocking on the door.

but no response.

eren pried open the door after a few minutes of waiting. peering inside, he couldn’t make out any figures or recent signs of life. it was as if you had disappeared and just left your cloak behind. truly, he was at a loss for words.

eren stood in the doorframe for a moment, unsure of what to do. small tears welted in his eyes as he came to the conclusion that he may never see you again. and to know that the last thing he told you was to forget about him, absolutely killed him.

he didn’t want you to forget him. he didn’t want you to move on.

he needed you. he needed to be with you.

but you were gone.

at the very least, maybe he could bring back your cloak. it would be a reminder of you. a reminder of your beautiful heart and your love for the world, your love for him. he would never let this small piece of you go. he would-

“eren?” called a familiar voice.

whipping his head in the direction of the sound, his eyes practically glow upon the sight in front of him.

it’s you.

eren freezes for a moment, examining you with a contortion of shock, sadness, and elated happiness on his face. was this real? were you really standing in front of him right now?

before eren can respond, you rush over to him as quickly as you can, wrapping your arms around him tightly. once eren feels your skin against his, he knows he isn’t imagining things. instantly, he locks his arms around you, embracing you as deeply as he can. you can feel the heavy weight of his chest, sporadically rising and falling as he lets out a small hiccup of a sob.

“i’ve been looking everywhere for you,” eren says, his voice wavering.

“i’m sorry…” you reply. “i ended up getting chased away from my squad… and i found this house, so i took shelter in it. i just didn’t know how to get back, and my horse ran away…”

“i’m just glad you’re okay,” eren lets out a deep sigh. “you’ve been gone for so long…”

“i know…” you trail off.

“god- you have no idea how happy i am to see you…” eren admits.

“wait- how did you even find me?” you question, just now seeming to realize you’ve been living in the middle of nowhere for the past three weeks.

eren gives a slight shrug through your grip. “i didn’t want our talk to be the last thing we remembered about each other… so, i just kept looking.”

“that’s… really sweet,” you softly breathe.

“i just- i’m really sorry about that,” eren continues. “-about our fight.”

“eren…” you gently smile at him. “it’s okay. i know you were just trying to look out for me… but i’m sorry for getting upset at you, too. we both could have handled that better.”

eren’s hold on you gets tighter as he buries himself into the side of your face, his tears slightly dampening your skin. “i regret everything i said… i don’t want you to move on, honestly. i want to be with you, forever.”

“aw,” you coo, your voice soothing and calm. “we’re with each other, right now. we’re both okay. and that’s what’s important. let’s just focus on that, for now.”

eren gives you a slow nod. “it’s just you and me.”

you grace him with a sweet smile. an angelic smile.

“…i hope you know, i’m never letting you go outside the walls without me again,” eren blurts out, his grip on you getting tighter, more protective.

“if captain levi allows you to, you mean?” you give out a breathy laugh, trying to tease him a bit.

“i’ll sneak out if i have to,” eren murmurs. “i just need you to be safe.”

“you know i’m tough,” you give a little retort. “i bet i could take on a titan or two with my bare hands.”

eren gives you a small smile, his eyes still slightly watered.

“but really,” you speak softly. “you were on my mind the whole time… i’m so relieved to see you again…”

eren gives you a gentle nod, a little embarrassed by your words. “i just… wanted to make sure you were safe…”

“i feel much safer, now that you’re with me,” you happily reply, nuzzling your face against his cheek.

eren quite literally melts from your affection. your love is so gentle, so sweet, so you.

the two of you spend a moment together, just allowing the stream of the lake to flow and fill your ears. the sound of the water is gentle. yet, it flows with such strength, such resiliency and passion. it reminds you of eren.

as the two of you make the long journey back to the walls, you feel the crisp air breeze through your hair, the wind guiding through your fingertips, the rhythmic bumping and bobbing of eren’s horse. it’s absolutely freeing. you rest your head against eren’s back, holding him tightly and just allowing yourself to be absorbed in the moment.

[haruchuiyo]

love and pastries

a speedy love story between a guy who almost knocked off a girls plate with cake and the girl who likes cakes who almost yelled at him.

content: sfw + best friends brother trope + loads and loads of fluff + fem reader + established friendship + non jujutsu au + reader and yuji are college students + reader and yuji eats (loves) cakes + slight long distance relationship + more fluff !!

word count: 3.6k

thank you to that one anon who suggested I write something like this mwah

—

Someone almost knocked your plate off the table and you hastily glared at the person. The guy has pink hair and light brown eyes. When he saw he almost knocked your pastry off the table, he had the audacity to put his hands up and apologize. The way he did it is so annoying.

“Oops, sorry!” You heard him say, about to pick on how he apologized, someone butts in by calling your name. How you didn’t see the girl behind the annoying pink haired guy is beyond you.

“What are you doing here?” The girl who’s also your best friend greets you with a side hug. You chuckle awkwardly before glancing at the guy who looks confused and has a finger up that points towards you and your best friend.

“Having lunch with my sister.” You say, introducing your sister to everyone before you look up at your best friend then glance at the guy beside her. She immediately got the cue.

“Ahh, this is my big brother!” She tells you.

What?

“Brother?” You ask, extremely confused and also betrayed. Why hasn’t your best friend told you she had a brother-hold on. “The one who studied in a different city? That’s him?” You almost shriek and your best friend laughs while her brother looks at you confused.

That was the first time you met Yuji.

—

You were out with your best friend and her big brother Yuji, walking around town. While Yuji usually was by himself, he occasionally butts into your conversation with your friend. He either says something completely irrelevant to the conversation or he’s actually putting a valid input.

As you’re talking to your friend, she suddenly starts running, leaving you stupefied. As she does that, a strong cold breeze starts hitting your face and you shiver at the cold. As you are about to go after your best friend, someone grabs onto your hand and you both start running.

Yuji is incredibly fast, you swear you almost fell head first onto the ground as he ran with your hands intertwined. You keep yelling at him to slow down as he laughs at your reaction. Somehow your friend is still far away from you two, by the speed Yuji ran at while dragging you behind him, you’re shocked he didn’t even catch up. ‘Was that even his actual real speed?’ You thought to yourself as you were catching your breath. Because Yuji luckily gave you a break from running. He is standing in front of you, looking ahead at the way your best friend ran towards before he looks at you.

The glint in his eyes and his expression tells you he has an idea. An idea you won’t enjoy.

“I carry you.” He simply says. You managed to only say no before you’re in his arms, yelping in surprise and he starts running. Luckily there weren't so many people on the road, so Yuji ran in a straight line. The cold breeze felt colder because of the speed he ran at and you held onto him for dear life. At some point, you couldn’t handle the cold hitting your face so harshly, you burrowed your face in Yuji’s neck and you heard him laugh. You mumble a ‘stupid’ to him as he keeps laughing.

Then he stops running and you hear your best friend laugh. You immediately put your head up and look at her with the biggest glare ever.

“Why did you start running like that?” You almost asked loudly and she kept laughing. “It was Yuji's idea.” She says and then you remember how Yuji whispered to her before she started running and you harshly turn your head to glare at Yuji. Then, when you realize you’re still in his arms, your stomach starts fluttering at the way he’s still holding you like nothing.

You feel his grip on the side of your upper body and thighs. Before you could say anything, you feel him lightly squeeze you before putting you down. You look up at him and see him looking at you in a way you’ve never been looked at. Your heart starts beating before you catch yourself and start talking.

“What was that for?” Hearing you ask him that, all Yuji thought was that he wanted to tease you but his heart fluttered at the way he held your hand and carried you in his arms. He lightly stretches his hands, the feeling of holding you in his arms and intertwining your hands together still there.

“It was fun, plus you didn’t weigh anything at all!” Was all he said and you humph in annoyance before you lightly swat Yuji and your best friends shoulder.

“I see that the speed runs in this entire family.” You mutter as they both giggle at your reaction and words.

—

You walk out of the car, bidding your best friend and Yuji bye after thanking their oldest brother Choso for the ride. As you open the front door to your house, you feel a presence behind you before a familiar voice speaks up.

“Wait!” You turn around, hearing Yuji’s voice. You look at him confused, looking behind as well, you see your best friend giving you a thumbs up with a big grin. You become even more confused when you look at how Yuji is looking all over your face, his face flushed and he looks nervous.

“Yuji, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” You ask worriedly when Yuji’s eyes widen in surprise before he hastily shakes his head. “No, nothings wrong.” He simply says and you look at him more confused but also weirdly.

“Then why are you acting like this? Do you need something?” At his question, his first thought was ‘you’ but if he said that, he’d sound like a creep and he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable and weird you out. So he sighs before he shakes his head, gathering his courage.

“Do you wanna go out with me sometime?” He asks and you widen your eyes before giggling. “You acted this weirdly to ask me that?” You grin at him. He was about to speak up before you cut him off. “And yes, of course.” You tell him, his lips shape into his pretty smile and at that, your heart flutters. But you do still find it weird how he is behaving.

“Alright then! I will text you the day and time!” He says before he runs back to the car and you see your best friend grin at you even weirder, before she puts her hand into a heart gesture and then you realize why Yuji was acting the way he did.

He was asking you out. And you said yes.

—

To say your date with Yuji was awkward was an understatement.

It was clear Yuji didn’t know what to do or say and the same thing was for you as well. He stumbled over his own words, when he is usually very comfortable with you, this time he wasn’t.

But his actions were so endearing, you could put his awkward antics aside and enjoy the date anyway.

Going on this date with him made you realize how attentive Yuji actually is. While he acts like a guy who’s teasing and fooling around, he is very thoughtful and he is observant. How he knew what your favorite drink and pastry is, was beyond you. Then you remember he is observant. While you haven’t outright said to him what your favorite stuff was, he remembered what you usually eat and drink.

Sitting in front of him at the cute cafe he took you to, you were sipping on your favorite beverage while Yuji told you some funny stories, making you giggle into your cup.

Then you gasp when he takes a huge bite out of your favorite pastry and gobbles it up.

“That was almost half of it!” You lightly exclaim at him as he grins at you. “Yours look delicious.” He rejoices and is about to steal another bite before you pull the plate towards you.

“No more.” You tell him as he pouts then his eyes glint, like he got stars on them and the greatest idea on his mind. As quick as he was to do that, he hastily went to your side of the table and took a seat beside you.

His shoulder and arm brush up against yours, his knees touching yours and your body is a fluttery mess. The plate with the pastry was at your side by the window, so when Yuji reached over, you could smell his fresh scent in the air and his heat radiate from his body. Now you’re nervous because of the close proximity. He was about to take the plate from you before you reacted quickly and grabbed his hand, stopping his actions.

“No more, Yuji.” You say sternly as possible before putting his arm away and you take a bite out of your pastry yourself and hum at how delicious it is.

“It’s so good!” You swoon at the flavor and see Yuji pout again. “No wonder you’re fighting to get this, it’s really delicious.”

“Obviously, you’re acting like this is your first time.” He humphs at you and you giggle as you take another bite and slump your shoulders down by how delicious the pastry is. “Of course, every time I eat this, it is like the first time I did.” You tell him then see how his mouth is salivating seeing the cake. You’re starting to feel bad for refusing to give him a bite and you see how his own plate of pastry is gone, which means he ate it all up.

So you get a spoonful of the pastry and put the spoon towards Yuji. His eyes widened in surprise seeing how you’re gonna feed him. He clutches the seat he’s sitting on as he opens his mouth and takes the spoonful of pastry you gave him. And he hums at the flavor, making you smile at his reaction. As he bites on the pastry, he slumps his head down your shoulder while chewing, and your heart beats faster and your entire body heats up at his touch and action.

“It’s so delicious.” He mutters while chewing and you nod your head. About to take another bite, you feel Yuji hold onto your free hand and intertwine it. How your heart managed to stay put beneath your ribcage is a good question. But you like it. No. You love it actually. You love how he intertwines your hands like it’s a natural thing to do, how good it feels and how warm his hands are to your usually cold ones. You get another spoonful and place it close to his mouth and Yuji eats it, while he chews, you take a bite for yourself.

By that, you two are sitting beside each other, hands holding onto each other and sharing a pastry you two enjoy in a cute cafe.

—

You fiddle with your hands after you’ve heard what you just did. You feel all emotions at once but not an ounce of happiness.

‘Yuji is going back to the city he studies in.’ Is what your best friend told you. Even if he’s just going away to study, the city is hours away and he can only come back on breaks or weekends if he has time. The first time you met him was during the start of summer break, he was coming back from school to spend time with his family during summer before he went back. Now it's the start of spring and he came back this time during his freetime. And that’s when you started going out with Yuji after he asked you out.

Thought is nothing official, which you absolutely hate but you can’t do anything about it as you two are going at a slow pace. Whose idea it was, you have no idea but you guess it felt right for the two of you to take it slow. Especially since he’s your best friend's brother and if anything goes wrong, it just starts being awkward for you two, even if your best friend reassured you nothing will be awkward but that’s just an understatement.

You were sitting on Yuji’s bed in his bedroom, waiting for him to come back after getting you something small to eat. When he came back, he saw what you looked like and immediately put the snacks aside.

“You know, I’m not going away for a long time. I will be back for summer break.” He assures you and you nod then you shrug your shoulders lightly.

“It’s a long time though.” You’re mumbling softly as you fiddle with your hands before a larger hand is atop your own. Yuji’s hand was warm and comforting over your own and you twist your hands to be able to intertwine your fingers together. You look at your interlocked fingers before Yuji speaks up.

“You can visit me when you have free time.” He says cheerfully and you chuckle. “Yeah that’s true, but it’d be hard considering our studies.” You tell him then you giggle. “Well yours.” You lightly tease him as Yuji grins then pouts. “Which means I am gonna spend more time studying to be able to pass all the exams.” He sighs out, slumping down on the bed, dragging you along with him. Laying side by side on the bed, your interlocked hands were on top of Yuji’s abdomen and you felt Yuji lightly rub his thumb on your hand.

“We can video chat.” He says, turning his head to face yours. His close proximity never fails to make your body flush in warmth and feel like there’s butterflies all over your body. You nod your head at his words.

“Feels like you’re going away to war by how strongly I’m reacting.” You giggle at your own words while Yuji laughs. His eyes form into moon crescents while he lets out a hearty laugh. He is so cute like this, laughing and smiling.

“School is kind of a war zone.” He says and you chuckle, agreeing with him. You two look at each other for a moment before he leans his face in, putting his forehead against yours.

“I’m gonna miss you.”

—

“I miss you already.”

That’s what Yuji said as he gave you a warm lingering hug. You wrap your arms around him and hug him back. You nuzzle your face into his chest.

“You’re making it sound like I'm the one going away to a different city, Yuji.” You giggle.

“By the next thirty minutes, we both will be in different cities, angel. So my reaction is valid.” He tells you by your ear before lightly pecking your temple.

Feeling his lips press a kiss on your temple, as you feel like a flustered mess and he is doing this before he goes away to a different city. The audacity of this guy.

He pulls away and holds your face in his hands before staring at you intently, his face looks so cute and serious like this that you couldn’t help the giggle escaping your lips. You see Yuji’s eyes flutter down to your mouth and you stop giggling.

Oh.

He is very serious right now.

“A kiss before I leave?”

At his question, you realize there’s never been a proper kiss between you two. Always light pecks on the cheek or forehead but never on the mouth. So when you come to your senses, you shake your head at his question. Yuji nods his head as he sees you do that, respecting your wishes, but didn’t expect what you would say next.

“You may get a kiss when you come back.” His eyes widened in surprise at your words before he grins.

“You better not break your promise.” He says happily, brushing his nose against yours and you grin at him.

“It wasn’t a promise.” You retort and he makes a noise of disagreement.

“Sounds like a promise to me.”

—

You were waiting together with your best friend and her big brother Choso at the train station. Your friend tried to comfort you and calm your nerves. You were fiddling with your hands and almost scratched yourself too hard before you stopped doing that. You calm yourself by remembering all these days and months of talking to Yuji over the phone or texting him.

You haven’t been able to visit him at all, neither have he. While you felt bad for not being able to, so did he which you found silly and cute. Two people just profusely apologizing to each other over a simple matter.

Every night you two talked on the phone, stayed up all night just talking until either you fell asleep on the phone and the other one heard the light snores and silence from the other end. Unbeknownst to either of you, both of you always told the other one ‘goodnight’ before saying the three sweet words.

Yuji never failed to tell you he misses you every call, telling you how pretty you look even if you’re in your worst pajamas ever during video chats or how he wanted to give you a hug when you passed an exam. Every time he did that, your heart swelled up in love and adoration for Yuji.

And you never missed a beat to tell him how proud you are of him for passing his own exams despite the difficulty he had with his studies. He always beams in happiness at your words and then kisses the screen, making a loud smacking sound making you laugh before he tells you ‘that was a kiss for you, alright?’ which never fails to make you flustered despite how silly his actions are.

Yuji would always send you pictures of cakes and pastries he tried and captioned them ‘banging cake’ or something like ‘you would love this cake, buying it for you next time!’ with a heart emoticon. As he did that, you sent him pictures of pastries as well, but with a spoon close to the camera as if you’re gonna feed him through the screen. Yuji always sends messages showing he’s finding those pictures silly before he asks if the spoonful of cake is for him and you message him a ‘no’. So he sends a picture of him pouting. Which makes you send a picture of a similar picture and caption it ‘for you’ and Yuji sends another picture of himself, but with his mouth close to the camera like he’s gonna gobble the cake up.

When the days of when he would come back would close in, he’d list you stuff he’d do when he comes back. Hugging you tight, holding your hands, going on a bunch of dates and first of all, finally getting to kiss you. When he tells you off the kiss, it reminds you of your words you told him before he left.

‘You may get a kiss when you come back.’

Seems like he hasn’t forgotten it either. But you could see behind the facade of his brave and cute words, he was nervous beyond that. His face would flush in reddish color when he tells you about the to-do list with you. Or the way he’d actually look somewhere else as he tells you.

You felt a tap on your shoulder, waking you up from your thoughts of Yuji. Your best friend grins at you before she faces the other way. You look where she looked and your heart constricted before it burst.

You see him. You finally get to see him after months of talking and texting on the phone. You look at your friend, asking wordlessly for something you can’t remember before she just nods her head and tells you to go.

So you go and when you see Yuji just a few meters away and he sees you, your steps quickens in speed and you run towards him. Yuji takes off his big shoulder bag, making it fall on the ground before you jump into his arms and he holds you tightly. You laugh when he starts to twirl you around. You had no reason to think he’d ever drop you so you held onto him lovingly and tightly. You burrow your face into his neck as he holds you tighter and tighter. But it felt nice and good to be in his arms. You missed his embrace and the warmth he’d radiate.

When he stopped twirling you around, you pulled away from his neck and looked at him fondly and he was beaming with happiness. Your eyes flutter all over his face, taking in how messy his hair is and the way his nose and cheeks are flushed in color. You didn’t miss how Yuji’s gaze moved all over your face. “Hi.” You mutter softly.

You heard him mumble a ‘hi’ before whispering a ‘pretty’ before his face leans in closer to yours and you feel his mouth pressed up against yours. You lightly sigh in context at the kiss, thinking how he tastes like your favorite pastry. His mouth is warm and soft against your own. He pulled away, pressing his forehead against yours before pecking the corner of your mouth before he completely pulled away.

“Oopsie, I gave you a kiss there.” He smiles widely, making you chuckle. “I kept my promise.” You tell him and he raises a brow teasingly.

“So it was a promise after all.” He dramatically gasps and you giggle before nodding your head. Yuji teasingly shakes his head before kissing you once more. You kiss him back and you feel all the love poured into the kiss, making your body and heart fill with love for Yuji Itadori.

“Does this mean we are finally boyfriend and girlfriend now?” Yuji asks against your mouth and you smile before mumbling a ‘yes’ and Yuji grins in joy before kissing you once more.

Who would’ve thought you’d fall for the guy who almost knocked your plate of food off the table. Certainly not you or the guy who did it.

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enjoyed writing this so much I wrote it one go hihi (all my wips sobbing rn)

if you came this far and enjoyed this fic, a like and reblog would be incredibly appreciated mwah :3

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Hi hi! Just wanted to know if you were doing requests at the moment, and if so, I have one!

A Cloud Strife x fem! reader that’s based off the song “From the Start” by Laufey? Fluff and ends in a cute little confession!

AHH I love your writing, keep up the good work! Don’t forget to hydrate and stay healthy!

Requests are still open!! So don't worry honey :))

But anyways I love Laufey😭 Her songs are just 😙 🤌 chef kiss

Thanks for the support love ♡♡

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⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Cloud Strife/Reader

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ fluff, lovesickness, hugs and overall soft hour Cloud, not proofread!

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ Idk if you just read my mind but I was planning on writting a fic with a Mitski song...

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 3.862

You finally got to rest after an exhausting day of long walks and longer fights, your feet ached, begging you pry them off the confines of your burning shoes.

Midgar was now far behind your back but although you had escaped the loud noises and the crowds of stressed people, you were still pretty dizzy.

Hurriedly your hands touched the cold surface of the handle on the door that you supposed led you to a room. Sighing audibly when your theory was proven right, you entered inside.

The wind creaked through the big window right above the bed, creating a cool ambience inside you had been craving since you stepped outside the walls.

Although the room wasn't as big as the one in your appartment, it still felt the same size after the mess you had been through. Your bag was long forgotten besides the small wooden night table, your shoes followed soon.

The sun was still up in the sky, it was eventually going to dissapear with red and orange brushstrokes, so the group agreed on resting till tomorrow morning.

And you were so grateful you guys did, having some privacy you knew you were going to seek on this ambiguous long road. But not only you loved the privacy, you loved how your mind could wander around freely.

You thought and thought, how fresh the air slid inside your nostrils, nostrils that were used to the imminent pollution that big city had enveloping it's buildings.

How bright the sky was, a huge lake of natural crystal water beyond your hairy crown. Your eyes burned whenever you looked at the sun, pupils shrinking hastily.

The ground felt different too, both in your eyes and the feeling of it against your curious fingertips. It felt hot and funny, millions of little children frenziedly running down your wrist, some of them tiredly resting on your palm.

You had forgotten about those starry and clear nights you were dying to see once again.

. . .

"Do you think we will still play together when we grow older?"

He stopped walking but he didn't look at your face like you thought he would.

"Yeah, you'll see me on the news when I become a SOLDIER"

You would always tell him that you didn't like talking about those boring guys, that instead he helped you get your doll out of the wooden plank it had fallen on.

But the visible sparkle that appeared on his iris whenever he talked about them, how he seemed to gesticulate more, be happier with you.

Maybe you didn't mind those boring guys that much.

. . .

He would take you to the mountains behind the village, walk with you like he would when he was all alone.

"Look!"

Your dress touched the hard rocks bellow your feet as you crouched down, your face lightening up as you looked at whatever was in front of you.

He tried to peek in, but when he got closer to your back you unexpectedly turned around with something between your little hands.

He had a confused face, eyebrows furrowed while his eyes looked at your big grin before looking back down.

He quickly took a step back with an audible gasp, he had a flower or some silly snail in mind, not a squirrel. Yet when he looked back at the cute baby animal, he was curiously pleased with the sight.

"It's so small and fuzzy!"

Your plump cheek rubbed the side of the little furry gentleman and he felt something inside his belly.

You looked cute like that.

He wouldn't have picked up that animal like you did, maybe because they wouldn't go near him. Something emanated from your body, an aura of kindness that kept him close to you.

You were the only kid he thought wasn't weak, someone who wouldn't judge him if he didn't make it to SOLDIER.

He would have never told you how much he missed you sometimes, the swings felt colder without your colorful skirts resting on top of them.

You brought joy into his life, he liked to play hide and seek with you although you weren't the best at hiding. You were the best at making him crack a smile sometimes.

He swore he would never let a soul like yours get hurt ever again.

. . .

The window was wide opened by your hands, eternal fields of green and vivid grass in front of you. Oh how you would love to lay there right now, you pictured a thin layer of dew wetting your clothes at night, welcoming you with a warm sunlight-bathed blanket when the biggest star came back.

You wondered about those two short memories that popped up inside your head suddenly, maybe it was because you finally smelt fresh mountain air after so long.

Your nose often reminisced you about your memories, the hot and sweet aroma of fresh baked strawberry muffins, the ones you used to bake with your father.

You missed him, you missed home.

But now you finally filled that hole once again, not with your own blood but one that appeared to be the same shade.

You were lost, but he was too. And when you saw him again in those sad streets, his uniform placed carefully on top of his skin and that distinctive sword.

You knew he hadn't changed a bit.

So you brought him back with Tifa, helping her getting him into your group. At first he was bitter with the idea, whining about how he didn't care about the Planet, he just wanted to fulfill his pockets.

But eventually he just needed to warm himself up with everyone, at the end of the day you were all he had left. You opened your backpack.

"You sure you're fine?"

Your head perked up when you heard that distinctive kind voice, your feet stopping right when you were going to reach the end of the metal stairs.

Then you heard a huff, your mind almost immediately picturing a black gloved hand shaking in the air, silently answering her question.

You didn't know why, but your body thought the best idea was to hide behind a wall next to the stairs. You knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but you were too curious to care.

"Okay"

A sigh fell from her lips, the sound of a door creaking following right behind.

"If you want anything else, we can always get it-"

"There is one thing. My money. You guys owe me two thousand, remember? "

Greedy bastard.

Of course he had to bring his gils up, right after she kindly asked him if he was doing alright. You had to bite your lip in order to surpress a laugh.

You heard the feminine voice talking again, but it was too muffled out for you to make out the words. However, you stayed there for a little while.

You lived right next to his door now, you figured out Tifa was showing him his brand new appartment.

He was back home once again.

The voices quieted down, some footsteps could be heard to the tune of the chilly dark air. His sword still rested on his back too, you began walking towards your door.

But then you saw it, you saw Tifa enveloping him with her delicate-looking but strong arms. You freezed once again in the same spot.

Had Cloud ever enjoyed one of your hugs?

His arms akwardly stayed by his sides for a few seconds before he patted her back softly, her arms were wrapped around his chest and she had her head next to his face.

You noticed that she was whispering something into his ear, his mouth stayed tight in response. They both were so close, you took a step foward.

Tifa let go of him and he still stood stiff on his shoes, his eyes were the first ones that noticed you.

You gave him a small wave, quickly marching towards your door as you fumbled with your damn keys. He just looked at you but you were stopped by a swift hand.

"Y/n! "

You spun around, offering an akward smile before her arms were around you for a brief moment.

You had hugged her multiple times before but this one felt just different, for some reason it didn't feel as warm and sweet as they always did, managing to boost up your mood.

"Cloud's our new neighbour now"

She gave you a cheeky grin, her hand now resting on your shoulder. Your mouth opened but you closed it as fast as a butterfly flapped it's colorful wings.

"Yeah... Goodnight you two"

The last thing you saw before your hand made contact with the icy metal handle of your door was her puzzled face, you read some worry in her eyes too.

You were too tired to even think about it, all the tasks you had to do today burning inside your head, now mixed with some sort of sudden... irritation?

Maybe it was the weather, the pollution you hardly tried to scrub off with soap and water. You felt a wave of guilt dragging you down to the deepest places of the ocean, embarrasment seaweeds brushing your face.

Why did you have to run away like that?

What do they think about you now?

They were your friends, she was the one that had offered you fresh drinks and a warm shelter in the first place. It wasn't fair.

♪ I don't need reminders of how you don't feel the same ♪

You mind was stuck by the same rope, constantly trying to pry your ankle from it's prision, scratching and clawing at it. But you only appeared to be dragged further away.

Had he got any romanticism under that thick skin of his?

Maybe he did, deep down, tightly secured by his cold demeanour. But those feelings were definitely not caused by you, you saw the way Aerith seemed to talk to him. How a little yellow flower changed his life.

And the black-haired girl was up there too, her strong but intelligent mindset made her really attractive.

You could spend hours talking about those two girl's beauty, not only from the outside because they were clearly gorgerous under any gaze. They were even prettier when you got to talk to them. Maybe he found them as pretty as you did, maybe he was attracted to one of them.

Okay, slow down.

You were supposed to wind down tonight, finally able to rest properly after a tiring day. And yet you were laying on top of the soft mattress, madly thinking about that damn blonde.

You missed him as a child, he had the cutest cheeks and the softest hair. You missed when he talked honestly with you, without any lies.

But those days had gotten off your back a while ago.

You wanted to drown those thoughts with your bare hands only for tonight, they tortured you enough when it was bright outside. But to top it off, he was sleeping right beside you.

You wanted to walk to his door and when he opened it with that frown of his, pin him into the wall and beg for him to please tell you how he felt. How he felt about you.

♪ Run to me, confess your love. . . ♪

He was cold and warm with you, he offered to help you with your chores, he had waled you home. But he also didn't speak as much as he did when he was younger, his words had turned short and sharp.

Why was he so enigmatic?

A white hall full of endless closed doors, some of them were slightly open meanwhile others had big locks on them. You would need years to open all of them.

Maybe you need a shower.

The morning sun slid through your pores, filling them up with ( not so fresh ) vitamin C. The city was peacefully quiet as it was sunday and most families spent their day inside, together. Oh how you wished you were one of them right now.

But the loud clank of two pairs of shoes kept your mind away from your peace.

♪ Me and you and akward silence ♪

You were kindly asked by Jessie to help her do some shopping for the bar, and of course he had to come with you.

Lately you'd tried to distance yourself as further as the metal buildings let you from him, you didn't want to weird yourself out like you did last time.

Maybe he thought you were acting weird?

You hurried up your steps, his own ones following you close.

No matter how hard you tried to shove inside that thick skull of his that he didn't have to help you with anything, that you were perfectly fine on your own. He didn't seem to give two shits, he was always a gentleman and he was going to keep his maners.

"Alright, this one or that one?"

It was a stupid question, he was probably going to let you choose because he didn't know much about Tifa's stuff for the bar like you did. But you didn't want to make this moment more akward.

He also seemed weirdly calm, he hadn't talked to you about what was happening inside his head or how trapped he felt inside the city but you knew that something was wrong with him.

Maybe you shouldn't have ran out like that in front of him.

"Ughh"

Tired huffs were heard inside the small store, coming from your mouth as you tried to get some soap off it's shelf. You stood on your tippy toes, your shirt riding up a bit as your hand reached high.

However, someone was tall enough to reach it, and before you scoffed at the strange person, you felt his clothed chest on your back.

His slight but intense aroma filled your nose, his spikey hair trickling your back. You had been closer to him, why did this feel so intimate?

You knew the reason why, you had always knew the reason for all your bottled up emotions, but you were too embarrassed to admit them out loud.

"Here"

Before you could enjoy the moment, it had already burned itself on your memories. He had done it again, the warmth of his touch being harshly replaced by the coldness of his voice.

You distracted yourself for the rest of the trip by buying whatever you needed and looking at whatever you didn't. You needed some sort of escape before you went nuts in front of him again.

Maybe your hormones were acting up again after completely destroying you on your teenage years. You hadn't been this lovesick since that guy you had crushed on a few years ago.

After giving Jessie what she wanted, the sun was already getting himself prepared to sleep.

You enjoyed lonely walks outside with this weather, the sun kind of brought joy into the depressing slums. You were happy, the air screamed a change of the seasons, time to bring out the warm clothes out of your drawer.

But some metal clank reminded you that he was, in fact, still beside you.

Ready to de-stress after doing some chores and keeping the city fairly safe even though he didn't really mean it. The walk home was quiet as you had suppossed it would be.

You reached the stairs without the need of hiding once again, a grown out chocobo following behind you. The first time your eyes fell upon that horizon of blonde mess you thought they looked like those big and super cute birds.

As a kid you only got to see them in pictures, some of them too blurred out to make out their big blue eyes. However, they were way cooler in person.

You remember the time you first bumped into one in Midgar, his owner let you pet him and you could've died in that field of softness. You and Tifa both agreed that Cloud was just like them, but he wasn't as funny and joyful obviously.

He reached his long awaited door, your own one was on on his right. He opened the door and your mouth was still sealed shut, his eyes found yours once again, waiting for you to wave him goodbye or something.

"See you tomorrow then"

He wouldn't have nodded unless his eyes weren't looking at your lips, your tone matching the silent breeze of the afternoon air.

The cold water trickling down your skin calmed your body and certainly your mind, you missed this sort of loneliness. Having the time to properly wash your body, your hair.

Your back hit the mattress once again, but as soon as you did, the same scorching warmth invaded your thoughts again. Something bothered you, and you knew what you had to do to ease that itch.

But you were too shy to do it, not now you thought. But when?

Sepphiroth was out there, Shinra had polluted almost every corner left on this Planet. You had to do it.

. . .

"Fuck"

Your quivering hands fixed your clothes, your knuckles ready to bang the do-

"Hey"

You stood there like a rock, the door was wide open in front of you and a fresh out of the shower Cloud welcomed you. You hadn't expected him to be the one who opened the door before you.

His shoulder was empty and his leather belt wasn't there too, he looked calmer like that. You liked that view, a more "informal" sight.

But the best part was his hair, it still had droplets of water travelling through a rainforest of blonde locks, desesperately trying to find a way out. His brows were a bit ruffled up too, and you had to contain your urges to brush your fingers over them.

"H-Hey"

His eyes looked at you up and down, you read confusion writen all over them once again. He probably didn't expect you to be there either.

"I just. I just wanted to talk"

You finally breathed out, your heart felt like it was about to explode inside your chest. Why didn't you feel like this when you were fighting the Turks?

"Come in"

God, why did you have to follow the voices in your head.

The room was identical to yours, but his bed was on the left side of the room. Your own one was on the right, he was going to sleep next to you.

What?

No he wasn't, there was a wall dividing both of your little worlds. You were going crazy at this point.

♪ Unrequited, terrifying ♪

He sat on the bed, next to a soggy white towel you figured out he had used for his hair. His knees were slightly appart from eachother, his bare hands resting on top of them.

It was the first time since he began living next to you that you had seen him without those gloves. And you certainly didn't know how they weren't already worn out.

They were pretty and surprisingly glowy, maybe it was the water that smoothed his fingers out, maybe his gloves kept his hands soft. You wanted to feel them, on your skin, on your face as he brushed away a strand of your hair.

Now you knew why those strange massage ladies talked wonders about him, he had the most gorgerous hands you had ever seen. A shame he wasted it's potential by soaking them up with blood.

How long had you been staring at them already?

"Okay..."

A sigh slipped through your lips, the nautical twilight soon about to turn into an astronomical one, flooding your senses.

"Don't wanna sound weird"

An akward laugh filled his brain, he watched you from his seated position your crossed-arms standing one. He was hoping you would sit with him.

"It's just that-"

♪ Love is driving me a bit insane ♪

You bit your lip, taking your pupils off him before you mentally facepalmed.

"Forget it, you're probably tired"

You turned on your heels, your mind already reminding you about how embarrassing this was, how you shouldn't have gotten off your bed in the first place.

Yet his hand grabbed your wrist.

It was indeed as soft as you had imagined.

Silence fell over the room, your face searched his under the clear fog of the night. Your feet slowly shifted into it's initial position, the warmth still lingering on your right.

He didn't need to talk for you to know exactly what he wanted you to do, so you let yourself fall next to him on the mattress.

Your cheeks were burning at this point and you didn't dare looking at his eyes, little did you know he had learnt to surpress those same feelings better than you.

His fingers unlaced the soft bracelet from your wrist, laying down close to your pinky. You looked so cute blushing.

The next movement stunned both of you, your swift arms enveloping his neck and your rapid heart beating wildly on his chest. His hands stayed beside him for a few seconds, not knowing where to put them. But like everything in life, they eventually found their place on your waist.

♪ Have to get this off my chest ♪

"I love you"

You hugged him tighter, trying to ease the anxiousness that was starting to consume your guts. You shouldn't have said that out loud, god, you had really fucked up your relationship with your only source of comfort in this nasty world.

He brought you closer to him, you thought he would pull you away.

You both stayed like that for a while, a while you wished the moon would grant you an eternity like this with him.

♪ Confess I loved you ♪

"I do too"

That simple mumbled out words were like a burst of arrows shot directly to your chest, maybe this were your last minutes alive before your heart exploded.

♪ Just thinking of you ♪

"I thought you and, you and Aerith. . .?"

He shifted on the bed but his arms were still around you, securing you into his lean form.

"We're not like that"

You felt as if you were running between flowers, the air striking your face as you laughed and cried happy tears.

You were finally in peace.

You had loved him since you two were little kids, quietly waiting for him to go out and play with you, always having a sudden burst of energy whenever you saw him on the village.

It was finally happening.

You didn't want a kiss tonight, maybe he wasn't ready for that.

You just wanted to be held like this, his strong arms keeping you away from anything that could've harmed you. You wanted him closer, you needed his touch.

And so did he.

♪ I know I've loved you from the start ♪

[cnnmairoll]

Their Vows for You

Character(s) : Luka, Gepard, Sampo, Luocha, Blade Genre : Fluff a/n : First time writing for blade so please give me feedbacks because it will be very much appreciated 🙏Almost to 300 followers!! ahh I'm v v happy and grateful!!

Luka’s eyes are sparkling with a mixture of excitement and vulnerability. He took a deep breath, his strong hands lightly trembling as he held yours. The crowd that had gathered fell into a hushed reverence, sensing the profound sincerity that was about to unfold.

"From the moment I first saw you, it was like a fire ignited in my chest. You know, the same fire that pushes me in the ring, the one that makes me strive to be better every day? That fire burns just as bright when I'm with you."

He pauses, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand as he collects his thoughts, his gaze unwavering. "Life's thrown its punches at me, and I've learned to roll with them, to stand tall no matter what. But with you, it's different. You're not a punch to be taken, but a hand to be held. You're the embodiment of dreams realized, of hopes that never fade."

A fond chuckle escapes him, and he shakes his head in an almost amused disbelief. "I never thought I'd find someone who could match my stubbornness, my drive to never give up. But here you are, by my side, showing me that the world isn't just a place to fight in, but a place to live and love fiercely."

Luka's grip on your hands tightens, his emotions pouring through every word he speaks. "So, with these hands that have seen their fair share of battles, I vow to protect you, to stand by you no matter what challenges come our way. I promise to be your unwavering support, your partner in every adventure, and your rock when the world gets tough."

His voice softens, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears that reflect the sincerity of his words. "I vow to cherish you, to hold onto the moments that make our hearts race and the quieter ones that make life so beautifully ordinary. And most of all, I promise to love you with the same fire that burns within me, a love that's as unyielding as my fists in the ring."

As the soft breeze rustled the leaves and the petals of the surrounding flowers, Gepard stood across from you, his usually composed demeanor showing a hint of nervousness. His piercing eyes met yours, and you could see the depth of his emotions shimmering within them. Taking a deep breath, he began to speak, his voice steady despite the obvious emotions coursing through him.

"With each passing day, my heart has grown stronger, entwining itself with yours like the ivy that clings to the castle walls. In battles, I've faced enemies with unwavering courage, but it is this moment that truly tests the mettle of my spirit."

A soft, understanding smile spread across your lips, encouraging him to continue.

"Gazing into your eyes, I see a future filled with strength and love. You, who have stolen my heart with a mere smile, have shown me a world beyond duty and defenses. You've become the shield to my vulnerabilities, and the sword that cuts through my doubts."

"You've seen the dork within me, the one who stumbles over words and struggles with everyday tasks. And yet, you've embraced that part of me, making me feel cherished for who I truly am."

Gepard's voice grew softer, his gaze unwavering.

"In your presence, I find a peace that eludes me on the battlefield, a sanctuary where I can lower my guard and simply be myself. And so, standing here today, surrounded by our loved ones, I vow to protect you with all that I am, to cherish every moment, whether they be moments of triumph or moments of vulnerability."

A tender smile played on his lips, and he took a step closer, closing the distance between you two.

"I promise to be your shield, your defender, your partner in all things. Just as I've guarded the city and its people, I will guard your heart, keeping it safe from harm. With you by my side, I am more than just a captain; I am a man who has found his true north, his guiding star."

As he finished speaking, he reached out, taking your hand in his gloved one, the touch both gentle and strong.

"So, before all those gathered here, and under the witness of the setting sun, I declare my unwavering love and devotion to you. From this day forward, I am yours, as you are mine."

Amidst a picturesque setting, a gentle breeze rustles the leaves as you stand opposite Sampo Koski. His eyes twinkle with an air of mischief, his signature grin playing on his lips. The sun casts a warm, golden hue upon the scene, illuminating his charismatic presence.

With a wink, Sampo clears his throat, his voice carrying his magnetic charm as he begins, "Well, well, well, my dearest partner-in-crime and all-around extraordinary being, I find myself in a rather unprecedented situation today. You see, my life has been a series of deals, negotiations, and calculated risks, but standing here with you... it's like striking the grandest bargain of them all."

He chuckles softly, his gaze never leaving yours. "From the moment our paths crossed, I knew there was something extraordinary about you. You, my dear, are like a rare artifact that only the most fortunate stumble upon. You possess a certain allure, an enigmatic quality that even I, with all my secrets, couldn't quite decipher."

Sampo's expression turns tender as he continues, "I've danced through the intricacies of trade and the art of persuasion, yet in front of you, my silver tongue falters, my defenses crumble. You've managed to navigate through the labyrinth of my guarded heart, leaving behind a trail of laughter, companionship, and a bond that defies all odds."

He takes a step closer, his voice lowering in earnest. "Today, as I stand before you, I make no empty promises or grandiose declarations. Instead, I offer you my partnership in the grand adventure that is life. I vow to be your confidant, your partner in schemes, and your ever-enthusiastic co-conspirator."

A mischievous glint returns to his eyes as he grins playfully. "I promise to keep the secrets you share, as long as they don't interfere with the acquisition of a good deal, of course. And, in return, I humbly ask for the honor of being the one you turn to in times of opportunity and challenge."

Sampo's tone grows earnest once more, his hand reaching out to gently cup yours. "In a world where trust is a commodity as rare as the finest gemstones, I vow to trust you with my vulnerabilities, my aspirations, and my heart. I may be a merchant of words and wares, but with you, I lay bare my true self, unguarded and unfiltered."

He gazes deeply into your eyes, his voice carrying a note of sincerity that resonates with your heart. "So, my dear partner and confidant, in the grand tapestry of life, I choose you to be my most prized possession. With you, I've found a treasure beyond measure—one that no fortune could ever match. And as we journey through the markets of laughter and tears, know that you have my loyalty, my camaraderie, and my heart."

Sampo pauses, letting his words linger in the air, before flashing you a dazzling grin. "And if ever you find yourself in need of a clever retort, a witty comeback, or a bit of lighthearted banter, well, my dear, you can count on me to be your ever-ready supplier."

As the moment arrives for him to express his vows, Luocha's voice, smooth as silk and filled with genuine emotion, caresses the air. His accent, a gentle reminder of distant realms beyond the stellar seas, adds a unique cadence to his words, making them all the more enchanting.

"With each breath I take, under the embrace of both sun and moon, I stand before you, a heart laid bare. From realms unknown, I traversed galaxies to find a love as profound as the constellations themselves. From the moment our paths converged, my world transformed, and I knew that destiny had woven our fates together.” He reaches out and takes your hand, his touch sending a comforting shiver through you.

“In your presence, I've discovered a refuge, a sanctuary where your laughter is the sweetest melody and your smile, the brightest star. Your kindness, like a soothing balm, has healed wounds both seen and hidden. With you, I find solace and adventure in equal measure, a partnership beyond the reaches of my wildest dreams.”

His gaze never wavers, his sincerity a beacon guiding you through the cosmos of emotions.

“As I hold your hand now, I promise to cherish every moment, to stand by your side through cosmic tempests and tranquil interludes alike. My hands, skilled in the arts of healing, shall tend to your wounds, whether they be of flesh or spirit. My heart, forever yours, shall beat in synchrony with yours, a constant reminder that you are never alone.”

His fingers gently brush against yours, a silent reassurance of his commitment.

“I vow to explore the galaxies of your soul, to learn every constellation of your thoughts, fears, and desires. To navigate the celestial map of your heart with reverence and care. Just as the stars above shine eternally, my love for you will know no bounds, burning brightly through the eons of time.”

His words are a spell, intertwining your souls in a narrative beyond the grasp of time.

“With you, I've found a love that transcends the boundaries of space and time. And so, under this vast expanse of sky, before the cosmos that has witnessed the birth and death of stars, I pledge my heart to you, my beloved. Across the stellar seas and beyond, our love shall endure, a luminous testament to the bond we share."

As the stars sprinkle the heavens above, Blade's gaze, deep and intense, locks onto yours. His voice, a gentle rustle like leaves in the wind, carries the weight of his journey, his sacrifices, and his devotion. He speaks with a solemnity that resonates with your heart, his words a testament to his bond with you.

"With this sword that has seen eras pass, I vow to protect you, to be your shield against the storms that may assail us. Just as the cracks in this blade are part of its story, so too are my flaws woven into the tapestry of my being. In your presence, I find strength to endure, to fight, and to mend."

He reaches for the hilt of his ancient sword, his fingers curling around it with a familiarity born of time. The moonlight dances across the cracks, casting intricate patterns that mirror the complexities within his soul.

"In the echoes of battles past and the whispers of forgotten winds, I found solace in the rhythm of your presence. As the cracks upon my sword narrate tales of resilience, let my devotion to you be the mortar that binds the fragments of my existence. Just as the weight of the blade never falters, my commitment to your well-being shall remain unyielding."

Blade's grip on the sword tightens, his grip steady despite the emotions that flicker in his eyes like starlight. His voice gains a subtle strength, a promise that resonates through the night.

"As time flows and ages fade, know that my essence, my purpose, will remain steadfast. My blade may bear cracks, but they are a testament to the battles fought and the strength gained. With you, I find my purpose renewed—a blade not just of steel, but of devotion and unwavering love."

His gaze never falters, and his voice holds the weight of a promise made across dimensions. As his vow echoes in the night, the bond between you and Blade solidifies, woven with the threads of shared experiences and unspoken understanding.

[official-n3va3h]

If you were their idol girlfriend pt.2

« OT8 x fem reader » (maknae line)

Genre: fluff

Warnings: use of pet names

A/N: I didn’t expect Han’s to be so lengthy but the words Just kept going😭😭😭. This also isn’t proofread cuz I was a weebit lazy so lmk abt mistakes.

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Han

Hannn omggg he’s such a sweetheart kinda like Chan. Always like checking on you making sure your rested and everything. But he’s also likes watching you on stage teasing you. Like if your fans asked you to do aegyo and you do it, he’d tease you about it all day, “ahh your so cutee doing aegyo for your fans” and he’d pinch your cheeks making you blushhhhh. He’s not letting you live that down. He would also help if you were like in a creative block for a comeback, he’d be so sweet about it trying to help you get out of the slump.

“Babyy are you okay” Han poked his head inside the room, he saw you slumped over your desk, laptop open. You groaned as a response. He walked over to you and squatting next to you. “What’s wrong…are you having trouble with work.” You shook your head up and down against the desk. “I can’t figure out anything, I can’t get the lyrics out something in the track sounds off, I’m creatively dead right now” His eyes softened at your words, “how about I help hmm?” You slowly rose your head, “hannie, I appreciate it but I don’t think you can help me here.” He grabbed your hand and stood your droopy body up “of course I can..look follow me” he glided you across your apartment and to your open balcony, you stood around confused “hannie why are we outside.” He didn’t say anything, he grabbed your phone pulling the track up. “Close your eyes” confused you obliged, eventually the track you’ve been working on started playing. “Don’t think to much about it, just let the words come to you…just relax” his voice so soft and gentle soothed your thoughts, you listened in slowly moving your head to the beat, ideas began to spring in your head. “Oh..OH…I think I got something” your eyes shot open and you wrapped your hand around his neck placing a kiss against his lips, “thank you hannie..your the best” you dashed off into the room but this time filled with idea and excitement.

Felix

AHHH FELIX MY SUNSHINEEEE. He’s so amazingggg istg like he’s a literally sunshine ray and he’s so sweet, always trying to put a smile on your face. He loves watching you perform like ABSOLUTELY LOVES IT. He shows up to your concert, likes watching your fan cams all of it. Everybody knows Felix LOVES SKINSHIP, like hugging isn’t close enough he needs to be in your skin, so if your backstage a few hours before your concert he’d snuggle you on his lap or you’ll snuggle him.

You walked through the back doors stretching your arms up towards the roof, “ahh finally done with sound check” you walked towards the sofa to sit down and rest a bit before your concert. After closing your eyes for a few seconds you hear a few steps and you sunk lower into the coach. You open one eye to see Felix right next to you. “Babyyyy….are you exciteddd” his words sounded so sweet even if he was just asking a question. “Of course I’m always excited to perform” your arms slowly found their way toward his neck and you pulled yourself on top of him. “Mm…you feel so warm” you laid your head against his shoulder. He snuck his hands under the back of your shirt rubbing circle against your lower back. “Close your eyes baby…I’ll wake you up in a little” you shook your head as he softly stroked your back as you drifted off into your sleep.

Seungmin

SEUNGMINNNN OMGGG. My love for him is beyond. ANYWAYS, Seungmin is like such a kind soul to you🥹. He like Lee know he lays attention to little things that you do and inserts them into his everyday life. He also always willing to help your creative block or if your recording and can’t get to that pitch you want he’ll use the most of his knowledge to help you. He also a big tease and always teasing you in a loving way. He’s such a sweetheart I LOVE HIM.

You walked out your bedroom to get water from the kitchen. To your surprise your boyfriend Seungmin, was watching your fan cam of your most recent performance. You didn’t think much until you remembered you sung your part in Japanese instead of Korean and you knew if seungmin saw he’d laugh and tease you. “WAITTT… Seungmin don’t watch that.” You jumped over the coach trying to grab the remote. “Ah? Why not.” He stretched his arm above his head with the remote in hand giggling. “Just don’tttt” you said stretching up trying to get it. After a couple seconds came by your part came and you both froze looking at the tv. “Damnit” your cheeks lit up red and you sat next to him conserving your face. “Aw did you accidentally sing your part in Japanese…” he moved your hands from your face to see ur embarrassed expression. His face smiling ear to ear, holding his laugh back. “your so cute” he pinched your cheek giggling.

Jeongin

AHHH MAKNAE ON TOP. Jeongin I feel is very like inspired and starstruck for you. Like he’s so supportive and he’ll buy him and the guys tickets to your concert and he’ll be so captivated and infatuated by your performance on stage. He’d love going back stage to tell you how amazing he did and show you the videos he took. He’s so inlove with you Istg he is so precious.🥹

You walked off stage waving goodbye to all your fans shooting them little hearts and smiles. You made your way back stage sitting down, drinking water. As you were adjusting your mic, Jeongin peaked through the door “hey, you did amazing as always” he walked in closing the door behind him. Wiping the sweat from your forehead you smiled and spoke in breathy words “thank you, I really went all out” he smiled stepping closer “look wanna see” he reached into his pocketing pulling out his phone scrolling through the pictures and videos he took. You smiled, but couldn’t help but get a little flustered at your boyfriend being so inlove, eyes glistening, his smile shining brighter than ever. “You really amazing” he wrapped his hands around your waist bringing you close, “thank you innie” you gently kissed him.

[vodika-vibes]

Pen-Pals

Summary: When you're assigned a pen-pal for one of your classes, you expect to make a friend, at best. You definitely don't expect Tup to become something more to you.

Pairing: Sailor! Tup x Reader

Word Count: 4569

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: I am, like, 85% done with my Prince!Boba fic and decided to write this instead. Whoops.

Tagging: @the-bad-batch-baroness

Divider by saradika

“Alright everyone,” Your gaze drifts from your notebook up to the front of the classroom, where your teacher is trying to gather the attention of her class, “As you all know,” The teacher continues as soon as she has everyone’s attention, “I have been working to set up this pen-pal program with men on the front lines, as well as men on the naval ships-”

The room dissolves into groans and you roll your eyes, “Miss,” One of your classmates calls from the back of the room, “You’re a Rune teacher! Not a language teacher!”

The teacher slams her hand on the table, and the room falls silent immediately, “I already have pairings made up for all of you,” She says through ground teeth, “And you are going to write at least one letter.” She falls silent as she glares around the room, and then she’s all smiles again, “Now when I call your name, come up and get your assignment-”

After class ends, you leave campus quickly. The worst thing to do would be to remain and listen to the rest of your classmates bitch about this, admittedly weird, assignment. Why a Master Level magic teacher, who’s students were all adults, is creating a pen-pal program is beyond you…but grades are grades.

Plus, she gave you a stack of these really neat envelopes that will teleport the letter to the recipient the same day it’s sealed, and you really want to take a look at the runes that allow that to happen.

You push open the door to the store your grandparents own, and walk through the shop, into the back, and up the stairs. “I’m home!” You call as you open the door that leads to the house proper.

Your grandfather doesn’t look up from where he’s burning something into a piece of wood, “Welcome back,” He says, “How was class?”

“The teacher finally managed to make her pen-pal dreams come true,” You reply as you place your bag on a chair and walk over to the table, “What are you working on?”

“You tell me,” Your grandfather replies as he pushes the schematics over to you.

You turn the paper so you’re able to read it properly, your fingers lightly tracing over the written runes, “It looks like…hm…a warmer of some kind?” You asked.

“Very well done,” Your grandfather praises as he glances at you, “It’s a commission that came into the shop, they want a clothing warmer.”

“And you’re making it out of wood?” You ask doubtfully.

“Just the frame, kiddo. It’s going to be cast in steel when I finish this bit.” Your grandfather rolls his eyes, “You know your grandmother, she’s already got the forge fired up.”

“At least she loves her job,” You counter as you turn the schematics back towards your grandfather.

“True enough, she does love metalworking.” He beams at you, “So, who’s your pen-pal?”

“Dunno, I haven’t opened the envelope yet.” You reply as you grab a cookie out of the jar, and take a bite, “Unless you need me in the shop, I’ll probably head to my room and get started on that.”

“Such a diligent student,” Your grandfather teases, “We’re all set in the shop, for now. Killian actually showed up for his shift today.”

“You know you should fire him, right?” You say as you break off a piece of your cookie and toss it into your mouth.

“Ahh. I can’t do that. He’s Bernie’s son!”

“I didn’t know that leeches could look human,” You mutter under your breath.

Your grandfather points at you, “Behave.”

You hold up your hands, “Okay, okay.” You finish your cookie, “Since you don’t need me, I’ll just go to my room.” You grab your back and head out of the room, though you turn and start walking backwards so you can still see your grandfather, “I’m just saying, if I didn’t show up for work three times a week, I’d get fired.”

He shoots you a disappointed look, and you muffle a laugh as you turn and head down the hallway to your room. Though you do take a moment to open the door to the basement, where grandma’s forge is located. You don’t hear her hammering anything yet, “I’m home, grandma!”

“Hi, baby! Don’t come down here, there’s dust and smoke everywhere!” She calls the warning up the stairs.

“I can see it, Grandma. Have fun!” You hear the sound of delighted giggling, and you’re pretty sure you hear her crowing something about copper, but you decide that you do not want to get involved.

You very carefully shut the door to the forge, and watch as the fire suppressants flare to life down the hall and across the floor, and you shake your head and walk down to the end of the hall.

The house you share with your grandparents is a decently sized place, all things considered, even if it is oddly shaped. The fact that the only way to get to the basement is from the second floor, rather than the first floor, is odd. Though you don’t put it past your grandparents to have designed the house that way intentionally.

Your room is the smallest room in the house. 

It’s small enough that your grandfather had to make you a loft bed with a desk and a bookshelf built underneath, but you really don’t mind. The smaller room is easier to clean, and it means you never have to invite people over.

Useful, since you don’t actually have any friends.

You hang your bag on the hook on the bedroom door, and pull out your class books, the stack of envelopes your teacher gave you, and the simple envelope with your name on the front.

You sort everything, and then you sit at your desk and you slowly open the envelope. 

The first thing that slides out is a picture. A young man with dark skin, curly black hair pulled into a bun, and brown eyes is showcased in the picture. He has a tattoo of a teardrop under one of his eyes.

You set the picture to the side and pull out the slip of paper inside the envelope. It’s not even a full sheet of paper, it’s just a ribbon of paper with a few words written on it. His name is Tup Fett, he’s a few years older than you, and he’s stationed on the Resolute, a naval ship.

Well, you suppose. It’s something at least.

You open your desk and dig around for a moment, before you pull out a picture album and flip to the very end. You grab one of the most recent pictures of yourself (a professional picture you got made for your grandmother’s birthday a couple of months ago) and you slide it in the envelope that your teacher supplied you with.

And then you grab a blank piece of paper, from the stack of specialty stationary that your aunt gave you several years ago and you’ve never had any use to use, and then you just…stare.

What does one write to a pen-pal anyway?

You tap your pen against the paper for a moment, and then, when nothing comes to you, to start doodling flowers across the top and around the edges of the paper.

And then, once the paper had over two dozen intricately drawn roses, you started to write. 

Starting with an introduction and then an apology for all of the roses you drew on his letter. And once you started writing, you found that you couldn’t stop.

One page very quickly becomes three, and that’s when you decide to stop. You sign the letter, and then add a postscript saying that he doesn’t have to reply if he doesn’t want to.

And then you pull the picture back out of the envelope, and fold it in the letter, and, before you can start second guessing yourself, you shove the whole thing into the envelope, address the front, and seal it with a touch of magic.

Nothing happens for a moment, and then the envelope flashes twice, and vanishes.

************

When the men on the Resolute were told about the pen-pal program, Tup wasn’t convinced that it was a good idea. He’s still not convinced that it’s a good idea, but so many of his brothers are-

As a Private, Tup doesn’t expect to get a letter. Or to be lucky enough to get a pen-pal at all. After all, the Commanders and Captains and higher ranked brothers are sure to be chosen.

Which is totally fair. He does not begrudge his older brothers their ranks, he knows how hard they’ve worked to get to where they are, especially since some of the natborns they work with seem to think that there’s some favoritism going on.

Which is categorically ridiculous. Jango doesn’t play favorites. It’s why Cody works on a warship too. It’s why everyone except Fox works on a warship, and the only reason Fox doesn’t is because he’s in charge of the Mandalorian Guard. And the Police Force. And the Royal Guard.

Anyway, Tup is convinced that he’s not going to get a pen-pal, so he doesn’t even bother with considering it.

Which is why, when he steps into the room he shares with his batchmates, and he sees a letter on his bunk…he’s not really sure how to react.

He carefully picks it up and sees that it’s addressed to him, and so he just stares at it for almost 30 seconds. And then he lays down on his bunk and he slowly opens it.

Tup pulls out three sheets of paper, and his lips curl up into a smile, and that smile grows when the picture falls out of the letters. He picks it up and looks at it, at you, for a long moment. And then he turns the picture over and reads the information on the back.

Your name, the date it was taken, and a note in neat cursive, “I got professional pictures for Grandma for her birthday, but she only kept one, and gave the rest away. I did manage to save this one, though. So…here’s me.”

Tup flips the picture back over, and grins at the image of you. Cute. So very cute.

He sets the picture down on his chest, he’ll have to remember to beg Rex for some tape later so he can hang the picture on his bunk, and he opens the letter. Tup is more than a bit surprised when he sees all of the roses drawn on the first page.

And when the very first sentence is both an introduction and an apology for all of the flower doodles, he can’t help but release a quiet laugh, joy blossoming in his chest. 

Tup reads his letter three times before his older brother bursts into the room. “Tup!” Hardcase says, “Why did you skip dinner?”

“I was busy,” Tup replies as he sits up, and then he grins and holds up the letter, “I have a pen-pal.”

Hardcase blinks at Tup, twice, and then he lunges at him, “I want to read it!”

Tup swears loudly and twists, his feet catching Hardcase’s chest plate and pushing him back, “It’s not yours, dikut!” Hardcase lands with a loud crash, and the door to the room opens again.

“Tup? Hardcase?” Rex looks between the pair of them, “What are you doing?”

“Tup got a pen-pal and he won’t share.” Hardcase says from the floor, “Tell him he has to share.”

“That’s not at all how that works, Hardcase, and you know it.” Rex replies flatly, and then he glances at Tup and flashes a small smile, “I’m happy for you, vod. I have the envelopes in my office, you can get one in the morning.”

“Thanks, Rex.” Tup replies with a relieved sigh.

Rex just grins at him, and then he bends over and picks up a small square of paper, and his grin grows, as he looks at it. “She’s cute, Tup.” He offers the picture back to Tup, “I’ll go get some tape so you can hang the picture.”

Tup takes the picture and mutters something in response, before he hides the picture in his pocket.

“You’re not going to be able to hide it for long, vod.” Rex warns, “But I’ll make sure that no one tries to read your letters.”

“That’s good enough for me,” Tup replies easily. “They can get their own pen-pals if they want to read letters.”

Rex laughs, and claps Tup on the shoulder, “I’ll be sure to mention that. Come on. Let’s get you your envelope and some tape.”

“I thought you said I had to wait until the morning?” Tup asks.

“You’re not going to sleep, Tup.” Rex counters with a roll of his eyes, “You’re far too wired. Letting you write the letter now will at least keep you occupied until you do fall asleep.”

“...thank Rex.”

“This is the only time I’ll allow it, Tup.” Rex warns as he points at Tup.

“Yes sir.”

**************

When you wake the following morning, and carefully maneuver yourself down the ladder and onto the floor, you notice that there’s a letter sitting innocently on your desk.

You stare at the letter, pleasantly surprised.

You honestly didn’t expect a response at all, let alone one within 12 hours of the initial letter.

You yawn and sit down. You can hear your grandparents moving around down the hall, and you know that you really should save this to read later…but you have a few minutes, right?

You carefully open the envelope and settle back in your seat, and start to read.

Thank you for writing to me, sarad! I can honestly admit that I wasn’t expecting a pen-pal at all, especially not one who is so talented. I really liked the roses, so please don’t apologize for doodling!

It was also really interesting to hear about your class. I wasn’t aware that there were magic schools…but I suppose it does make sense. There’s not nearly enough wizards in the world for everyone to have an apprenticeship. I admit that I’m not sure what runes are used for, but you seem very passionate about them. Is that because of your grandparents? You mentioned them, and their shop, a lot.

I can’t tell you where I am right now, it’s not allowed, but I can tell you that we’re still several months away from returning to Mandalore. I miss solid ground…and my own room. More my own room than solid ground, if I’m going to be completely honest.

Sharing a room with 5 other men? Not fun. The fact that they’re my brothers somehow only makes it twice as bad and ten times more annoying.

Oh! The picture you sent me is currently hanging on the wall in my Berth. Not in my bunk, just…on the wall…next to the mirror. I’m so sorry, my brothers are idiots and they insisted. Hardcase made some paper flowers and taped them to the wall around your picture. I’m still not sure why.

It’s okay though, because Cap gave me permission to beat him around the training room in the morning.

I suppose I won’t be too hard on Hardcase. The splash of color is nice. If you wanted to send more pictures of anything, it would be nice. But please don’t feel like you have to.

Anyway, I have to wrap this up now. It’s late and I do have work I need to do in the morning.

Thank you again, Sarad, for writing to me. I hope you will again.

Yours, 

Tup

P.S. Hardcase says hi.

P.P.S. Dogma also says hi.

P.P.P.S Hardcase says that if you want to send some candy, that would be nice. He wants fruit flavored hard candy, I’m partial to peppermint, personally.

P.P.P.P.S. This is the last one, I swear. Hardcase swears that fruit candy is better, he’s wrong. I’m pretty sure he was dropped on his head as an infant.

By the time you reach the end of the letter, you’re giggling. Tup sounds so fun, and Sarad is a very nice nickname.

More pictures is definitely do-able, you have an entire box filled with random pictures you’ve taken over the last few years, though you’re not sure how to get candy to them.

Maybe if you put the candy in a box and then tape the letter to the top? You’ll ask grandpa, he’ll know.

“Angel!” You hear your grandfather call from the hallway, “Breakfast!”

“Coming!” You shout back. You carefully lay the letter in an empty box, planning on collecting as many letters as Tup decides to send you, and then you hurry out of your room. “Hey, grandpa! I have a rune question-”

The letter you eventually send back to Tup at the end of the day is attached to a box full of candy, cookies, and various pictures of places and people. You also added some stationary for Tup, and you’re pretty sure your grandparents added a few more pictures of you.

You eye your grandmother suspiciously for a moment, “Are you planning on adopting Tup, Grandma?”

“Hm? Oh, no dear. I’m in the process of planning your wedding to him.”

“...Grandma!”

“What?”

********

Tup blinks at the box sitting on his bunk.

He’s fairly certain that the pen-pal thing isn’t supposed to be a daily thing, but he’s not complaining. At all.

He grabs the box and sits on the floor as he carefully opens it. And then his jaw drops.

There’s a bunch of different types of candies, a container full of cookies, a sweater, and a box that, when he opens it, reveals an entire stack of pictures. Tup absently flips through the pictures, most are of various places around Mandalore. Though some are pictures of his Sarad through the years.

Tup pops a peppermint into his mouth, and carefully peels the envelope off the front of the box, and opens it.

Hey Tup!

I have to admit, having a letter to read as soon as I woke up this morning was a surprise. Though it was a pleasant surprise! I didn’t think that you would want to write back to a babbling college student. I’m glad that I was wrong!

It would be nice to be an apprentice to a proper wizard, but, well, only the wealthy or the lucky actually have that chance. And I’ve never been either, so I made due with what the college can offer me. Not that I’m much of a magic user, honestly. You’ll never catch me running around throwing fireballs or summoning lightning. I’ll stick with my safe, clean, runes.

You said you don’t know much about runes, but to keep this from becoming a lecture-Runes can be used for a lot of things, but mostly they’re useful. Like…I have runes sown into my boots so that they don’t get dirty, even if I jump in a mud puddle. And I have a locket my grandparents made me that acts as a rudimentary tracking charm. (I really need to get them to remove that, I’m not five anymore after all.)

And I do lean more to runes because of my grandparents. They raised me since I was four. My parents and older siblings decided to take a world tour…and just never came back. It doesn’t bother me as much as it bothers my grandparents, though. They feel like I should miss them, and I really don’t. How do you miss something you never had?

Anway.

What’s it like living on a ship? I imagine it’s cramped and you don’t have much space. At least you’re with family, I suppose. Though if I had to be in close quarters with any member of my family for a long period of time, I would commit murder, so it’s best that I’m not.

I don’t mind that my picture is hung up, your picture is hung up over my desk after all. But I did send some more pictures so maybe you can reclaim the picture of me and replace it with something a bit less…embarrassing? Though I think grandma snuck some more pictures of me in your care box.

I hope you like the sweater I got you. I wasn’t sure as to your size, so I got a size up from what I thought you might wear. And I know the Resolute’s color is blue, so I just grabbed that color, so you can wear it on shift, maybe? If you don’t like the color you can send it back, and I’ll get you a different one. Promise.

Anyway, my lunch break is almost over, so I had better go. I have to go scream at one of my grandfather’s employees…he showed up five hours late for his shift. Who does that??

XOXO

Sarad

P.S say hi to Hardcase and Dogma for me

P.P.S There is enough candy in the box for you and Hardcase, but please don’t feel like you have to share with him.

P.P.P.S Also, you’re both wrong. Chocolate is the superior candy, and I will fight you on this.

Tup grins at the letter and immediately pulls the sweater on. It’s a bit too big on him, but it’s warm and he loves it. He opens the box of pictures and starts going through them. All of the pictures with his Sarad in them get put to the side to get hung up in his bunk, while he leaves the others on the desk so the Berth can get properly decorated.

*************

It’s been almost a year since you first started writing to Tup, and you still hear from him almost daily. Of course, you’re just as guilty as he is of writing daily letters.

And sending gifts. So many gifts.

Though, in your defense, most of the things you’ve gifted him have been sketches and doodles. Though you did send him a new hair clip that your grandma made for his birthday.

He also got a cake, courtesy of your grandfather.

You spin your pen between your fingers as you stare at the almost finished letter.

Well, the letter is finished, technically you could send it as is, and it would be fine. After all, Tup would be docking soon…as in today, and you can finally see him face to face, but-

But.

You nervously gnaw on your lower lip and, before you can second guess yourself, you add a hastily scribbled postscript, and then you shove the letter into the envelope, and seal it.

The letter glows, and vanishes, and you stare at the spot for a moment. 

Well. It’s out of your hands now. Now all you can do is wait.

*************

Tup stares at the letter in his hands wide eyed. He wasn’t expecting another letter, not since he’s so close to returning home, to being able to see you in person.

But you sent a letter anyway, and while the majority of the letter is normal stuff, it’s the postscript that has him thrown for a loop.

I’m looking forward to meeting you in person. I’ll be there when the Resolute docks, Grandpa already said I can have the day off. So don’t worry about replying to this letter!

XOXO

Sarad

P.S. I love you

He reads the postscript over and over and over. There aren’t any more envelopes. He can’t reply to you, even though he wants nothing more than to send a reply, even if the reply is only four words.

He fights the urge to hunt Rex down and demand one more envelope, though he knows his older brother is absolutely not going to give him another envelope, even if there was another envelope. Which. There is not.

“You alright, vod?” Dogma asks, as he looks from Tup’s anxiously bouncing leg to the way he’s impatiently tapping a rhythm out on the paper in his hand.

“What? Yeah. Yes, everything’s fine. Great.”

“Right. You wanna try repeating that in a way that’s more believable?” Dogma asks dryly.

“...Sarad loves me.”

Dogma stares at him, silent, “Vod. You’ve been in love with her for six months. Why are you freaking out about this?”

“Because I want to tell her.”

“Great, you can tell her in person. In two hours.” Dogma replies.

“But-”

“No buts. Just relax, vod.”

The last two hours pass by in the blink of an eye, and Tup shifts nervously. This is the first time he's been able to meet you face to face, and he's nervous.

Only a little.

Because you're great! And you're so kind, and whenever he talks to you, or thinks about you, his stomach flips, and he feels like a cadet again.

But he's still nervous. He's not Rex or Jesse or Fives, all of whom ooze charm as easy as breathing. So there's always the chance that you'll see one of his brothers and choose one of them.

Regardless of what you had said in the letter.

And then the ship is docking, and he's disembarking and he sees you, and you're just as ethereal as your pictures showed-

And you see him, and your smile is blinding, and then you're in front of him, and your arms are around his neck, and he's stumbling backwards, and Rex has to catch him -

Tup can't help but laugh as he curls his arms around your waist, "Hi Sarad." He breathes out, and all of his nerves vanish as though they never existed to begin with.

“Hi,” You reply, your arms settling comfortably around his neck, “Did you get my letter?”

“I did,” Tup replies.

“And?” You ask, some anxiety passing through your gaze.

Tup grins at you and catches your lips with his own, one of his hands leaving your hip to cradle the back of your head as he deepens the kiss. He can hear his brothers wolf-whistling him, and he breaks the kiss, though he remains close enough to kiss you again, when he wants to, “Is that an answer?” He asks, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

And your face is red, and your eyes are bright, “I’d like to hear the words anyway.” You whisper, uncaring of the audience…and you do have an audience.

His grin is boyish, and both of his hands move to cradle your face between his hands, “I,” He kisses your forehead, “Love,” he peppers light kisses across your cheeks, and nose, “You.” His lips catch yours in an even deeper kiss. “How’s that?”

You giggle and tilt your head slightly, “I think it’s perfect. A perfect confession for a perfect Tup.” At this point, the audience has moved away, with other couples reuniting across the docks.

He kisses you again and again, before he finally pulls away and presses his forehead against yours, “Remind me to write a letter to your old teacher for introducing us.”

“She’ll be unbearable, Tup.” You whisper up to him.

“We can allow it, for a little bit.” Tup whispers back.

“Grandma and Grandpa are dying to meet you, can you leave?”

“My shore leave officially started the moment I stepped off the ship. I would love to meet your family.” He ghosts his lips against yours, one more time, “Lead the way, Sarad.”

[justanamesstuff]

All I Need

Chapter 8.5 (Matty's Version)

A/N: someone left this anon (thank uuu) and I couldn't just do a blurb for it..i felt the need to do a full chapter, adding Matty's experience of the events during chapter 8. I hope you like it, guys!!

Warnings: little fluff, heavy feelings, angst, hurt feelings, SO MUCH CRYING (sorry), typos. Also, it can be a little repetitive sometimes because it has parts similar to chapter 8 (the original) but read everything because this is only Matt's POV.

Word count: 7.1 K

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Evening of the 1st show of ‘The 1975 on tour’.

Matty smiled down at his guitar, recalling inside his mind the morning with Amelia and Y/n. He wanted his life to be that, spending all his time with them in their house. Matty loved performing, he wasn’t sure he would be able to stop doing shows. Although, since Amelia was growing faster and faster, and his relationship with Y/n getting more serious, he didn’t want to miss anything. 

His sight looked up, beyond the stage of the arena, towards the seats Amelia was going to see him play. Matty’s heart pumping nervously inside his ribcage. His little girl. 

“You look…happy.” George almost hesitates to say, interrupting his inner talk.

Matty let the guitar hang in front of him, turning to look at George, “I am, mate.” he smiled sincerely. 

“Mel and Y/n are coming, right?” G messed around with his set, waiting for Ross and Adam to show up.

“Yes.” Matty couldn’t help to smile even bigger.

“Can’t wait to see the little miss.” 

Ross popped out from behind George, screaming, “Alright, babies, aren’t we supposed to do soundcheck or something?” he patted G’s back, gaining an annoyed look from him.

“Yeah, but we were waiting for you, div.” Matty snapped. 

“Ahh, you miss me, Matty?” Ross messed with him, going to kiss his cheek.

“Fuck off!” he shielded his face. 

A few feet behind Matty, Adam plugged his guitar, “Stop that, let’s get this started!” he scolded them and the three grown-ups took their places. 

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Backstage at the arena.

Matty walked along George’s side, not paying attention to all the warnings he was giving him for the show. He kept his attention down towards his phone. Y/n had notified him, by text, that they arrived. Matty’s heart fluttering with the thought of having them around. He started walking faster. George didn’t stop talking, almost running to keep Matty’s pace. 

When they could see Amelia, Denise and Y/n at the other side of the hall, George acknowledged the baby first, “Where’s my favourite god-daughter?” George’s shouted when his sight fell on Denise holding Matty’s child.

“You only have one, idiot.” Matty hit him playfully on his arm.

“Org, org!” Amelia boobed up and down, excited to see them.

Once they were close enough, George stole her from Denise’s arms, wrapping Amelia with his owns. Matty went to stand closer to Y/n, touching the small of her back, sighing under his breath, feeling at ease knowing she was there with him. 

“Hi, beautiful!” G tickled her. “I missed you!” He went to kiss her cheeks, making the little girl blush. 

“You haven’t seen her in two days…” Matty scoffed, rolling his eyes. His hands drew figures on Y/n’s back, feeling desperate because there were layers between his hands and her skin. Matty felt her relax under his touch. 

“Daddy!” Matty’s face brightened, hearing Amelia calling him.

“Is this gorgeous lady asking for me?” Matty took her from G’s arms, gaining a protest from his bandmate. George’s attention changed, going to say hello to Denise and started chatting.

“You look so pretty!” He complimented his daughter, admiring her outfit, on the same vibe as he had planned for his own for the show. “She looks perfect.” Matty turned to look at Y/n.

“She looks dashing.” Denise said, instead interrupting her talking and preventing any response from Y/N. Matty looked at his own mother. “Aren’t you going to greet your mother, Matthew?” She teased him.

“Hi, mom.” He went to kiss her cheek, with Amelia resting her head on his shoulder.

Y/n focused her own sight on George standing at the other side. “Am I invisible to you, Daniels?” Y/n exclaimed, arching her eyebrow to him.

George dramatically let his tall body hang a little, comically going to engulf Y/n in a big hug. “Thought I was imagining you being here!” He joked, talking at the top of Y/n’s head.

“Ha, ha…so funny.” Y/n’s voice coming muffled by George’s chest.

Matty stared at them, “Let her breath, George.” he whined from her side.

George let her go, resting his right arm on top of Y/n’s shoulders. “Jealous man talking…”

“How was sound check?” Y/n freshly cut the bickering.

“Everything is ready to go.” G said excited.

Y/n looked up at him, “That’s cool. Charli is coming, right?” She asked.

“Yeah! She’s looking forward to seeing you and Ames.”

“Me too! I haven’t-” Y/n started to talk, when someone from the crew shouted.

“Matty!” Mark –the security guard– made himself visible for them; the whole group turning around to look at him. “There is a girl at the gate, asking for you.” Mark addressed Matty directly.

“I’m not expecting anyone else, must be a fan.” The frontman tried to brush it off,

Mark insisted, “She’s not…she’s on the list.”

“Fuck…can you take Amelia for a second?” Matty looked at Y/n, pleading.

 “Yes.” Y/n’s replied.

Matty stared at her eyes for a moment, feeling there was some kind of worry. He wanted to take it away and bring back her smile. 

“I’ll be right back.” Matty reassured her. 

He ran towards Mark, turning back to check at Y/n and Amelia until he couldn’t see them.

*****************

At the gate

“Hi, Matty.” Daisy greeted him, when he came to the back entrance.

She was standing beside a bodyguard, looking even more small than she was. Matty felt a wash of relieve to know it was his friend the one at the gate and not some crazy person trying to get in.

“Hey, Dais. Whatcha doing here?” he went for a hug. 

Her answer came from behind his head, “You asked me?” she inquired. 

“Right! Shit- I forgot.” 

“I knew it, you idiot.” she hit his arm playfully.

Matty watched Mark talk with the other guard, letting him know everything was fine. The frontman detached himself from Daisy, glancing at her face. 

“Sorry, sorry…I’ve been-”

“Ignoring your dear friend.” she accused him directly. 

“I wasn’t ignoring you, if that’s the case I’ve been ignoring you and all the rest. I’ve been occupied with-” he blushed. “I’ll tell you later, there are a few people I want you to meet.” Matty exclaimed excited. He wanted to introduce his dear friend to Amelia and Y/n. 

“Let’s go then!” she urged him.

Walking at the same speed –not too fast, not too slow–, Matty and Daisy made their way from the gate towards the green room where people awaited for Matty specially. Matty rubbed his hands, anxiously. The time before the show was coming to an end, and his nerves sensed it.

He tried to distract himself making conversation, “So, how’s everything?”

“Not good, not bad, y’know? He’s telling bad things about me to all of our mutual friends, so…” Daisy brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, tired. 

“He’s such a twat.” Matty didn’t hesitate to say.

“I know.” she bobbed her head up and down.

“You deserve better, Daisy.” Matty let his hand rest in the middle of her upper back, patting her to show his support.

“I’m aware. Thanks, Matty.” she smiled at him, turning around the corner. Loud voices coming from the green room, and the hustle of the arena. “Hey! Sorry for bringing the mood down, this is your night!” she cheered up a little. 

“Yeah, yeah.” he smirked. “Okay, here.” he guided her, letting enter the room first.

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Backstage room. 

(30 minutes for the show…)

“Daddy!” Amelia was the first one to spot him, leaving Hann’s children playing alone. 

Matty's sight went first towards Y/n who was chatting with Carly. She found his eyes for a split second and then looked down. Odd.

Amelia collided with his legs, forcing him to pay attention to her, “Hey, baby.” Matty lift her up. “This one is Amelia, my daughter.” He introduced Daisy to Amelia, returning his eyes to Y/n’s form sitting on the big couch, she was not really listening to Carly’s story.

Matty grew confused with Y/n’s reaction. It was like she was miles away from him, he didn’t like the feeling.

“Hi, sweetie.” Daisy greeted Matty’s daughter.

Amelia hid her face on Matty’s neck. “She’s shy with new people.”

“It’s fine.” Daisy understood, she was a very shy person herself, so she related to the little girl.

 Suddenly, Matty watched from the corner of his eye how Y/n pushed up from her sit, excusing herself with Carly. Walking fast towards the door. 

“Y/n?” Matty interrupted her exit, worried.

“Yeah?” She turned around. Matty looked her eyes drift between them three, hiding something behind her beautiful eyes.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, Matty. I need to go to the bathroom. Watch Amelia for me, please.” Y/n rushed her words and stormed out.

It took Matty a second to react, even though when he realized he needed to do something he moved fast.

“Mom?” Matty instantly shouted for his mother. 

“Yes, Matty?” 

“Can you look after Amelia?” he asked, walking closer to her, leaving Daisy behind.

Denise studied his worried face, “Everything is alright?”

“Yes- I don’t know, please.” he insisted, passing Amelia, so his mom could hold her. When his daughter was secured, he moved around,  “Sorry, Daisy. Be right back.” he apologized with her.

One look at his face after Y/n left the room, gave Daisy enough information to just say, “Don’t worry, go!”

****

Matty ran to the bathroom, knowing she was at the other side. He stopped, looking at the red door, catching his breath. 

He knocked rhythmically.

“Y/n.” Matty called her, trying to be polite and respectful, waiting for her permission.

“No!” she shouted, but before Y/n could prevent it, Matty was inside. He preferred to say sorry and no please that time. 

Matty took her state in, her body deflating. He exclaimed a quiet, “Baby…”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Y/n took some steps backwards. Matty’s heart break into pieces. She didn’t want him close. His mind started to pound and his hands sweating. What happened? In fact, what was happening?

“Y/n?” He asked, expecting. 

“Please, leave me alone.” She coldly responded.

“Y/n-” He protested.

Y/n shook her head from side to side, without looking at him. “Matty, I-”

“Sweetheart-” Matty came closer, he lifted his hand going to touch her face, Y/n sensed it. She made the space between them even bigger. Matty’s heart stopping for a second. “It’s not-” he wanted to tell her that it wasn’t alright from her to push him out and what could he do, but she understood something else.

Y/n lift her hand, stopping him. “Don’t tell me it’s not what I think it is…I have eyes. I don’t understand.” 

Realization hit Matty fully when Y/n spoke those words. She believed Daisy was one of his exes. Matty felt an urge to whipped his worries.

“There’s nothing to understand, baby!” Matty desperately tried.

“Don’t call me baby! No when she’s in the other room-” Y/n bit her lips.

“This is not– She’s not–” Matty didn’t know how to explain everything, how to repair the damage he did. He wanted to push her closer, he needed Y/n. Matty felt hopeless and terrified.

“I knew it was too good to be true.” Y/n stated, regaining her coldness. 

Matty felt weak on the knees when her words reached his ears, “Y/n, please listen to me! This is a mis-” He begged.

“So you can lie to me again? I’m naive, no stupid.” Y/n spat. “I need to go and check on Amelia.” She told him, starting to walk towards the door.

She couldn’t leave the room without this mess being clarified. 

“Amelia is with my mom. She’s okay. Y/n don’t go.” Matty took her wrist. Y/n look at his fingers, and back at his eyes when he started talking. “I invited her way back, wasn’t expecting her to actually show up. She doesn’t mean anything!” He screamed. Matty felt like his words weren’t reaching her. Panic was filling his body, he couldn’t lose her.

“I don’t care, Matty. Let me go.” Y/n said strangely calmed.

“I can’t let you go….how could I?” Matty felt his eyes watering. “No when I’ve just got you back…” Matty spoke softly, loosing strength.

“Don’t-” Y/n protested. “Just stop. Let me go.” She insisted.

“Y/n-”

Someone knocked on the bathroom door behind them. Matty felt rage overtaking him.

“What?!” He shouted, still holding Y/n.

“Matty, are you there?” The stage manager asked. 

Matty breathed in, trying to calm down, he asked, “Yes, what?”

“5 minutes!” The person informed him.

“Fuck!” He swore under his breath.

“I’ll get Mel…” Y/n took her hand out of his embrace.

Matty went to touch her again, screaming, “Y/n!” but she was gone. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He started screaming without caring who could hear him.

*********

Matty stumbled into the green room, feeling disconnected from everything. Was Y/n going to leave him? 

This was a big misunderstanding he needed to fix. Daisy was his friend, and Y/n the love of his life, the mother of his child, his everything. He couldn’t lose her two times in his life. 

“Matty?” Adam asked slowly, carefully.

The frontman looked like a cat ready to jump and scratch you. 

“Mhm.” he mumbled.

“Are you okay?”

Silence was the answer the guitarist gain from his friend. He placed a hand on his shoulder, still being careful but hurried by the time. They had to get on stage right now. 

“What?” Matty snapped out of his trance. 

“Are you okay?” Adam asked again.

Matty looked around the room. The rest of the band directly staring at him, he grew self-conscious. He had a work to do.

“Yes-” he cleared his throat.  “Yes, I’m fine. Let’s do this.” Matty walked out the room without making contact with his mates. 

He was going to do the show, as best as he could, still thinking about Amelia, and then when everything was done he was going to approach Y/n and fix the mess.

********

Matty wasn’t really interacting with the crowd. Barely touching the wine the crew left for him to drink, he preferred to stay sober. Although he was smoking like a chain, his nerves and anxiety spiralling. 

Even with the mix of emotion he was going through that night, the band managed to deliver an amazing show. The singer knew he should interact with the crowd more, but he had no energy.

Matty lighted another cig when the rest of the band left him alone on stage for a few minutes. He took the microphone, walking closer to the edge of the stage. He looked up to the left side of the stage, shielding his eyes from the strong lights.

“There’s someone special here tonight…” He started to speak, still looking. People cheered for him, screaming a lot of different things he missed. “I don’t remember the exact place, but-” He rambled. “My little girl is here!” Matty screamed proud. 

The lights around the arena came back on, so he could see better around. Although, Matty wasn’t having it.

“Turn the lights off again!” He demanded. “Please, put your phones aside…” He asked rather politely. “My daughter is watching me and the rest of the band…” Matty made a signal like that last part didn’t matter, making everyone laugh. “For the first time…” He started walking around the stage, looking down at the floor.  “She’s here, with my mom and her own mother-” Y/n’s face hurt inside the bathroom earlier on made him want to cry. “So, as you can see, this is a very special night for me.” he looked at the sea of people following every one of his movements. 

People started screaming, and proceed to chant Amelia’s name. 

“Aww, that’s so sweet!” Matty spoke, bringing his free hand to his heart, looking at the fans. Even though he wasn’t a big fan to acknowledge that many people knew his baby’s name. He wanted to keep Amelia out of the spotlight as much as he could. His protective side turned on. “Back to me now…” The crowd laughed again. “This night is special. There are some things I wish were different, but life is-” Matty stopped his sentence, he wasn’t going to share this part of his life with the fans. “I don’t know.” He finished without making too much sense. Matty really didn’t care. 

The rest of the band returned to the stage, Matty stared at them for a second without speaking. “Right, we’re going to play one of Amelia’s favourite songs…which obviously-” He smugly exclaimed. “It’s one written by daddy.” he pointed to his chest, gaining a new round of screams from the crowd. “I hope you like it, baby. I love you!” Matty closed the moment. 

The first chord of ‘Sincerity is Scary’ started playing around the big venue. 

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Almost midnight, still at the arena.

When the show was done, he almost forgot to say goodbye to the crowd. Matty wanted to found Y/n as fast as he could. 

He entered the green room, some guys from the crew were there working on stuff Matty didn’t focus on. No Amelia, no Y/n. 

Matty returned to the hall, watching a happy George walk closer and closer.

“George, have you seen, Y/n?” he asked, his breath rapidly. 

“No.” G’s demeanour changing completely, feeling like something bad was happening.

“Amelia?”

George tried to think, “No since-”

“Fuck, fuck.”

“Hey, they must be stucked with the fans or something.” the drummer tried to reason with his friend, not wanting to think that something bad indeed happened.

“No.” Matty took his phone from his pocket. Nothing.

Adam and Ross rounded George’s body, coming into Matty’s view. They looked at his friend who asked without skipping a bit, “Guys, have you seen Y/n or Amelia?”

“No.”

Ross stared at him, going to speak, “No, since earlier. What’s-” 

Denise and Daisy’s returned interrupted him.

“Mom!” Matty shouted.

Denise didn’t notice her son’s worried state, she went to congratulate him, “Matty! What a show! Amelia was so happy to watch-”

He interrupted her, “Yeah, yeah. Where are they?” he asked, going directly to the point.

She stared at his face, “Y/n and Amelia?”

“Yes, mom! Fuck- Where are they?”

“What’s wrong, Matty?”

“I don’t know, fuck.”

“Y/n told us she was going, I thought she was returning here…” Denise told him what she knew.

“Okay, I-”

“Hey, they’re fine” Denise let her hands rest on his shoulders, forcing him to look at her. 

Matty tapped on the screen of his phone. “I need to know exactly that, Denise.” 

“Call her.”

“Thanks mum, very helpful.” his voice full of irony. Matty placed his phone to his ear. “I’ve been trying, she’s not picking up.” 

“There must be a reason.”

Matty tried again and Y/n picked up finally. 

“Y/n, thank god! Where are you?” Matty screamed.

He noticed her cold tone she used in the bathroom, “Home.”

“Fuck, Y/n! You scared the shit out of me!” Matty walked down the hall, far from the rest of the group. 

She explained, “I’d told your mom to tell you. I’m sorry if I worried you.”

“Bab-” Matty started to say, pressing on his free ear because the guys and Daisy were making too much noise. 

Y/n cut him, saying, “Amelia is fine, Matty. I’m sorry. Go to your after party-” 

He interrupted her this time, “Fuck, no, I’m not going to that…we need to talk! I have to finish here, and then-” Matty tried again for Y/n to listen. 

“I don’t want to talk about it, Matty. Not now.” Y/n stopped him.

Matty felt panic creeping inside his body. “Y/n…” He begged. 

“I’m going to bed, to my bed.” Y/n informed him; her voice breaking at the end. The mention of ‘my bed’ and not ‘our bed’ broke his heart in pieces. “Good night, congratulations!” She choked on her words. 

Before Matty couldn’t add a single sound, Y/n hang up the phone.

“Shit.” Matty shouted, making his friends and mom to look at him. He felt the tears wetting his cheeks. This night supposed to happen differently.

Denise, George, and Daisy approached him almost immediately when his broken cries reached them.

“Where are they?” Denise inquired first.

“Home.” Matty dried his eyes with his sleeve. “I need to go home.” he touched his pockets, trying to think if he had everything.

“What’s happening?” Denise continued. 

“I don’t know, mom.” Matty told her a white lie. “Daisy?” he turned to look at his friend.

“Yes?” 

“I need to rush home. You can go with the boys to the after party if you want, or I’ll call a car for you.” 

“Sorry guys, but jet-lag it’s hitting me.” she told G, and he boobed his head understanding.

A quick set of goodbyes were exchanged between the little group. Afterwards, Matty walked around the halls and spaces of the backstage with Daisy to found the way out of the arena.

“So, what’s happening with Y/n?” she took the risk to ask Matty.

Matty putted his hands on his trousers pockets, “How do you know it’s about her?” he didn’t look at her face. 

“I see how you look at her, Matty.” Daisy smiled.

“Right.”

“And how she looks at you.” Matty’s friend admitted. “So, what’s happening?”

“I’m not sure, and I’m scared.”

Daisy placed a hand on his back, like he did earlier that night when they were talking about her ex.“Hey,” she called him. “Everything is going to be alright, yeah?”

Matty made direct eye contact. “I hope so”

“Believe me, I’m a little witch-y.” she joked.

He said, feeling a little more calm, “You’re a little bitchy.”

“Asshole.” Daisy hugged him once they were at the gate.

“Text me when you arrive at the hotel, okay?” he made her promise.

“Sure. Good luck, my friend!” Daisy shouted, going to open the back door of the Uber. 

“Thanks.” he waved.

Daisy last words were, “Keep me updated!” he nodded.

“Bye.”

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One hour later…

Matty claimed up the stairs, jumping between steps to reach the first floor quicker. He needed to see Y/n, they had to talk. He couldn’t give up without fighting for them.

The house was under a complete silence. Most of the lights gone. Y/n previously informed him Amelia was sleeping. He tried to hurry without making too many noises. 

When he took the last step, finally arriving at the top of the stairs, his heart sank. Y/n’s door was once more closed. A soft glow of light coming from underneath it. Matty moved forward. He pressed his ear to the door, taking the handle without twisting it. 

Y/n was scrolling through some social media, the noise was clear for him. He knocked and all the sounds were gone. 

“Y/n…” he started softly. Nothing. “Baby…” he tried once more. “I know you’re up. I need- We need to talk, please.” Matty continued.

“Go to sleep, Matty.” She whispered loud enough for him to hear. 

“I can’t sleep if we don’t solve this…” 

“Don’t-”

“Y/n.” Matty felt he was running out of resources.  

“Go away.” 

Matty started crying again, he had lost count how many times he had cried during the night. This time he did it in silence. He decided to give her space, even with his heart broken. 

He walked all the way to his room with his heart on his hand, ripped. Matty pushed his room door open, expecting to magically see Y/n there. Reality was a hard pillow to swallow. His bed felt strange, foreign, unfamiliar without her; he didn’t want to try to get in. 

He moved closer to it, reaching for his pillow, and stopped in the middle of the same action. He leaned forward, reaching for the pillow Y/n used all those weeks sleeping with him. Matty brought it downstairs with him.

He left the pillow and stared at it, feeling his face wet. Matty was sure about fighting for her, for them. Although, his mind couldn’t help to overthink a little.

The singer folded forward, landing on the couch. His body twisting until he was lying as a little baby in fetal pose. He clutched the middle of his chest. 

Matty cried and cried until he felt asleep, with the repeating thought about how this was only a big misunderstanding. He could fix it, they were going to solve this and returned right back to normality. 

Repeating history two times wasn’t a possibility, Matty reassured himself. 

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His phone started ringing from under his tired form. Matty groaned with his eyes closed, touching everywhere around him to try to find it. Useless. He had to open his sore eyes to realize the device was under his body.

“Hello.” his raspy voice, low and barely understandable. 

“Morning.” Jamie greeted him from the other end. “Sorry to disturb your princess slumber, but we have an emergency.”

“What’s wrong?” Matty sit upwards, blinking his eyes to get used to the early morning sun. 

“I know you’re stepping out of the board of directors, although util it’s done I need you here.” Jamie explained. 

Matty ran a hand through his curls, “Whatever, tell me.”

“I’ll fill you in when you get here.” subtly telling him to go to the office. “I’m really sorry.”

“It’s fine. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Okay, bye.”

Matty cut the line without spoken more words. 

He excited the house, taking a look towards the stairs. No sounds coming from the first floor. Matty opened the door and left the house. The sooner he solved everything at work, the sooner he could be back.

*******

Dirty Hit 

He was seated at the big table with Jaime and the rest of the people on charge. Matty was trying really hard to keep his focus on the topic, but his mind drifted several times. 

The frontman checked his phone under the table, no messages. Y/n was probably awake now, still not texting him. He swallowed thick.

Matty moved his fingers along his screen until his thumb found the Instagram up. His phone crashed with the amount of notifications that started showing on his phone. Matty kept tabs about Y/n and Amelia. He started to worried.

“Jamie.” he whispered to his managed seated beside him. 

“What?” the older man replied without sparing him a glance.

“Let me borrow your phone.” 

“Why?” this time, Jamie stared at him, forgetting the meeting.

Matty extended his hand, with the palm upwards. “I need to check something, I’ll be quick.” he promised.

Jamie let him have his phone, monitoring what Matty did with it. The singer opened Instagram again.

Multiple sites showing Y/n walking along Paul, or pictures of the seated at a fancy restaurant. Matty didn’t move a muscle. He knew they were old, but he feared for Y/n reaction. 

He continued scrolling until his eyes fell on a post that mixed the same pictures and a video of him walking with Daisy the night before. The fuckers cut the video to make it look worse than it was in reality.

“Shit.” Jamie swore beside him.

“I’m going to call Y/n.” he informed his manager, without caring about the rest of the people staring at him left. 

He heard Jamie excused him. 

******************************************

Matty didn’t know very well how he managed to make his phone work, he had only one objective in mind: talk with Y/n. Not even the cold weather that morning bother him when he opened the door to the rooftop of the studio.

He attached his ear to the phone. The characteristic sound repeating. Matty was dying for a cigarette to calm his nerves. He bit his nails anxiously. 

The answering machine. 

He huffed, going without thinking twice to call again. Still nothing. 

The light bulb inside his brain found a solution. He found fast Grace’s contact and press on it. 

Line sounding rhythmically.

“Hi, Matty.” Grace greeted him, Matty listened to the sound of the back door of his house closing. 

Matty’s voice was quavering, unsure, when he asked,  “Please tell me you’re with Y/n.” he placed a hand on his forehead. 

“I am…”

“Tell her to answer me.” Matty commanded Grace. 

She hesitated, “She’s not…ready…to talk.”

“Grace, I swear-” groaned, closing his eyes tight. He felt the first signs of a headache.

“I’m trying to do my best to not send you to fuck yourself, for everything. I’m trying only for her, so don’t push my buttons, Healy!” She warned him, surprising how Grace brought her protective side.

“She’s not talking to me. I need to talk to her.” Matty was desperate up to that point.

“Matty-”

“Grace, I’m begging you!”

“Matthew…”

“I swear it’s not what’s look like…” Matty tried to play that card. If Y/n wasn’t going to talk to him, at least if Grace knew, he was sure Y/n was going to get the information. 

Grace scoffed at the other end. “Paul said the same to her…” 

“Don’t compare me with him.” he shouted furiously with the comparison.

“I’m stating facts, Healy.” 

“Yeah, your cousin is a wanker. I’d never do that to her, never.” 

“Then what happened yesterday?” Grace asked, annoyed. 

“I’m not with Daisy, I had never been. Grace, please put Y/n on the phone.” his patience leaving his body.

“You’re in no place to demand, Matty. If you’re worried about her, don’t.” how could he not worry about the love of his life? “I’m here, I’m staying as long as she needs. Let her breath for a minute, okay?” Grace requested this time.

“Fuck, you’re asking a lot, Grace.” Matty pull his hair. 

“I’m not. Do it, for her and Amelia.” and then she hanged the line.

Matty slowly placed his phone in front of his face. He stayed froze on his place for a minute before he returned inside.

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From Dirty Hit’s office to home (non-stop).

Matty’s first instinct once he returned home was to search for Y/n. She wasn't in the kitchen, or living room, or laundry room. Nowhere around the low level. For a second time in less than 24 hours, he ran upstairs. 

He was sadly convinced she wasn’t going to be in his room, even though maybe she was in Amelia’s room or bathing their daughter. The house was spectrally under silence. Y/n was nowhere, neither Amelia. Matty felt a rush of panic. He took his phone out of his pocket, ready to call her if his last try didn’t work. 

“Y/n?” He knocked on her door.

Silence was the only replied from the other side. 

“Y/n, are you there? Are you okay?” Matty tried. 

Y/n decided to reply, “I’m fine, go away.” Relief wash over his muscles, at least she was at home. 

“Please let me in, I want to check you’re alright…”

She marched angrily towards the door, opening it with a sudden movement that Matty didn’t expect.

“I’m doing fucking amazing, don’t you see?” Y/n shouted, opening her arms wide on the air. ‘Fuck, I missed her’, he thought.

“Baby-” 

It was the first time they saw each other since the fight in the bathroom, at the arena. His hands ache to hold her, to bring her closer. Y/n wanted to push his away, out of her sight. 

“Don’t call me that.” Y/n folded her arms.

“Y/n…”

“I don’t want to hear it, Matty.”

“I need to tell you.”

Y/n scoffed, turning around, far from him. “Exactly what? That all the past weeks, month were noth-” She stopped, choking on a sob. “Nothing for you.” Y/n rearranged herself, looking at Matty’s eyes with her own full of tears. 

Matty was taken aback from her sayings. “Nothing?” 

She believed she didn’t mean not only a lot, that she didn’t mean the entire world for him. 

“You were with her meanwhile…” Y/n stated very sure of her words, making Matty’s heart swelled.  

“No!” Matty took a few steps forward into her room. “Of course not! Daisy and I- We never- It wasn’t like that between us. Y/n, we-”

“We what? Right, nothing…it meant the same as the other girls you fucked…” Matty’s knees weakened instantly. 

“Y/n, you know that’s not true!” Matty insisted on it. 

“I don’t know any more after yesterday!”

“Please, listen to me.” Matty continued making himself closer to her. “I would never do that to you, never.” He searched for her eyes, Y/n started back. “You’re the mother of my baby, you’re my friend…” Y/n went to protest, but Matty stopped her. “You’re the love of my life, Y/n!” Matty finally admitted. The words slipping through his lips, but he couldn’t care less. He didn’t want to keep the secret any longer.

Y/n eyes grew a size,  “You don’t mean that, Matty.”

“I do, I fucking do. I loved you since the first moment I met you…” Matty felt brave enough to hold her face between his hands. “I was a fucking coward, I still am. Well, now I’m trying to fix that. I love you, Y/n. I’ve loved you since the start and never stopped.”

“Don’t say that…” 

Matty felt more sure of himself. “It’s the truth.”

“Why you never said anything?” Y/n protested.

“Because…the prospect of losing you, or you hating me- Can’t do, baby.” Matty stared at her with his eyes softening looking at her.

“Matty-”

“I mean it.” He leaned forward. 

“I don’t know if I can do this- No right now…” Y/n closed her eyes, Matty stared at her letting his forehead rest on hers.

 “Why not? I know you feel it too.” He was sure of it. 

“Matt-”

“Fuck, gorgeous…please.” Matty wasn’t going to stop begging if that was needed for her to returned with him.

“Stop, I need space to think!” Y/n took a step backwards, making his hands fell at his sides. 

“What there’s to think, Y/n? We love each other!” he complained.

“A lot there’s to think! Saying you love me doesn’t solve things magically, Matty. My phone is bombarded by your fans telling me how horrible of a mother I am, dating some random guy. Said guy that was fucking other girls while dating me, person I don’t want to hear about, but now I have to. My name is on a handful of articles. Amelia’s privacy, my privacy, it has been violated. Add to the mix the videos of you with that girl-” Matty stayed in silence, listening to her explanation. 

Matty went to tell her everything about Daisy, “I walked her out of the venue…that was all-”

“Well, they say other stuff.” Y/n exposed what the articles were saying, what he read after a quick inspection. 

“Y/n, you know better than-”

“Do I? Matty, this is all very confusing…I need time.” Y/n begged. 

“I can give you time, space…everything, but don’t leave me.” Matty reached for her hands. 

“I think it is for the best, Matty. For now…”

“No.”

“Yes, we need to think about Amelia. We were okay when we stopped messing around-”

Matty felt his throat close down, thinking Y/n could think so less about the connection he felt they had.

He started low, “We weren’t just-”

”Doesn’t matter now.” Y/n spat.

“It does!”

“Matty, be real.”

“I am!”

“What happens when you get bored of me, of being a…couple, ha? Where am I going to be left? Being just your friend again and the mother of your daughter? Think about Amelia…I don’t want us to mess up with her head.”

“Y/n-”

“What happens when you take onto fucking every single groupie again right where you left it?”

“I don’t want to get back to that, Y/n.” he didn’t delay saying. “Since you are in my life, I’m done with it….since we had Amelia here, I’m done with all that shit. I want the three of us…”

“And yet you kept doing it, Matty.” Y/n shot his past doings directly into his face.

“You’re not being fair with me. Adam has a family-”

“Adam is Adam, you…are you, Matty.” Y/n bitter tone wounded Matty deeply.

“I would do anything to have you again.”

Y/n tilted her head.“When did you really have me, Matty? We were never…” 

He stopped her before she could finish that lie. “Don’t say it, don’t fucking say it.”

“I’m sorry, Matty. I think it is for the better if I stay with Grace for the night…” Y/n concluded.

She signalled with her hand to move out of her bedroom; Matty didn’t want to, although if this was what she wanted for now, he’d obeyed. For now.

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A few days later…

Matty was closing his suitcase, which was placed on top of his bed; a place that stayed untouched for days. Matty had been sleeping on the couch or besides Amelia's crib. He was physically incapable of getting under his sheets. 

He looked around, feeling nostalgic already. Matty had to leave for tour in a couple of hours, before that, George was going to pick him up soon. He didn’t want to leave, not when Y/n and him were barely talking. Matty did his best to give her the space and time she needed, he was sure about his intentions and his past actions. If he had to, he would wait his entire life for her. He was sure she was going to return to be his, this time was different from before. Y/n loved him, he knew. That was what kept him going. Even though, leaving for two weeks was reaping his heart from his chest. 

Matty grew used to the routine of staying home, going to the studio and return to his girls. He was getting old, getting tired of all the hassle of touring. He loved the moment he was on stage, with the fans, but the rest was starting to bother him. Specially since Amelia and Y/n stayed at home. 

The sound of the front door closing, the soft chat of Amelia and Y/n –mostly the mother talking–, brought him back. He took the suitcase, carrying it in one hand while he started walking downstairs. 

Matty left the item close to the door, voices came from the kitchen now. He smiled hearing them interact. He walked slowly there. 

“Hey.” He made himself present. Y/n turned to look at him from the kitchen, closing the refrigerator slowly. 

“Hi.” She answered. 

Matty twisted his hands, anxiously, “George is picking me up in a couple of minutes…” he told Y/n.

“Mhm.” she expressed shortly.

“I’m going to say goodbye to Amelia.” Matty hesitated, wanting to say more, wanting to beg.

“Sure.”

He approached Amelia, interrupting her playtime. “Mel-mel?” He called her attention.

“Daddy!” the little girl said, running to hug him.

Matty rounded her, “Baby, daddy has to go now.” He tried to explain, she looked at him trying to understand. “Daddy is going to miss you so much, Mel.” Matty felt tears coming but fought them, he didn’t want to upset her.

Amelia noticed his change, “Daddy.” she hugged him tight, hiding herself inside his embrace. 

“I know, I know…I’ll see you soon, okay baby?” Matty rocked from side to side, trying to soothe her. 

“No.” she whined. 

“Yes, you’re going to have fun with mommy and aunty Grace.” Matty tried this time, holding his sobbing, biting his lip.

Amelia wasn’t having it, “Daddy.”

“It’s okay, we’re okay.” 

The doorbell rang, interrupting them. Y/n went to answered it. 

After a short chat, she informed, “Matt, George is outside.”

“I know.”

“Come on, she’ll be fine. I promise.” Y/n approached her daughter and Matty.

He stood up, taking Amelia with him. He turned around, coming closer to Y/n. She stood there, waiting for his actions. He took her cheek on his hand, caressing it. 

“Y/n-” he said, searching for her eyes. 

“Not now Matt-” 

He rested his forehead on her. If they weren’t going to talk, at least he needed to be close, to touch her after leaving the house. Maybe, like that, she would understand his feelings. 

“Please.” Matty couldn’t stop trying.

“Go and do your thing, Matty.” Y/n said, more sure of herself. “We’ll be here…waiting, and then we will talk, okay?” she promised. 

“Mhm.” Matty agreed, without moving a single muscle. 

Y/n instructed, “Go.”

Matty opened his eyes, looking at her from inches away. “I love you.” he openly expressed.

“Matty.” Y/n softly complained.

“You don’t have to say it, I need to say it.” she nodded.

“Good luck.”

“Thanks.” Matty spoke, and turned to kiss Amelia’s head. “Bye, baby.” He proceeded to pass Amelia to Y/n.

“Daddy, no-” she struggled, reaching for the comfort of Matty’s body. His heart breaking in pieces with the idea of hurting Amelia.

Y/n lulled her, “Shh, baby…it’s okay, mommy is here.” 

Matty walked away, not turning around. If he took one more look at Amelia and Y/n we would refuse to leave the house.

The front door closing down resounded around the house. Amelia started crying harder. 

“Daddy!” Amelia tried to call him back.

Matty started to fully cry, still hearing Amelia at the other side of the door.

The walking towards George’s car felt longer than normal. His feet weighing like his shoes were made of concrete.

When he sat down, G asked, “Everything alright?”

“Fuck, no.” Matty admitted, still crying. 

“Mate-” 

“I’m losing her, G.” Matty hid his face behind his calloused hands. 

“What happened?” George wondered. 

“She believes I cheated.”

“What? Have you?”

“Fuck you George! Of course not.” Matty pushed his body back into the seat, turning to look at his friend.

G showed him his palms up showing innocence, “Hey! I’m trying to understand.”

“Sorry.”

“Matty…you’re not going to lose Y/n.” G started the car, moving slowly from Matty’s house front.

The frontman shocked his face from side to side, “I can’t lose her, G. I can’t…”

“And you won’t, okay? Give her a little time.” Matty’s mate advised him.

Matty watched his house got lost between the rest around his neighbour. He wanted to return home already.

[desafinado]

ahh congrats on 200!! once you’re less busy with work (rip) could i please request a school/uni au where reader is a secret admirer for any characters of your choice? maybe they’re part of the same friend group, or they share similar classes? oh or maybe they consult/ask the reader for advice about the letters or smt? i don’t mind the format btw! thank you so so so much:D

(ps. idk if you keep anons but if you do, could i be 🍁 anon~?)

°｡⋆ thoma, ayato x reader (wc: 2,129) °｡⋆ thoma relationship w/ reader a bit interdependent, swearing, fluff, banter note: omg yes i love this idea!! also yes you could be 🍁 anon!! and you'd be my vv first anon so omg yay welcome!!! and hope you enjoy ^^ (also chose thoma and ayato bc of those school uniform collab thing, it was what first came to mind)

ayato ♡

you could not ignore his presence the moment he entered the room. it was as if the mere presence of him warranted trumpets.

you were either enamored by him or scared to make even the slightest eye contact with him; his reputation as a wealthy heir and supposed poised nature preceded him.

you were in a rare minority though, that minority being almost infuriatingly annoyed with how everyone treated him like a prince. you didn’t care about him for the most part, but it was annoying to hear his name in every conversation right before class started.

that was, of course, he was randomly assigned to be your partner for a term long project.

“hmm, i don’t believe we’ve been acquainted. kamisato ayato, and you?”

oh brother, this guy stinks (/j) but all those inner thoughts you’ve had making fun of him were quickly meeting its end.

he was polite enough; teased you a bit, but nothing you couldn’t handle. it was actually fun to see his reaction to you teasing him back.

“you know, i believe you’re the first person to call me a piece of shit… well to my face at least.”

he was more self-aware than you thought, good company too. he seemed to be a bit more of himself around you too, and you appreciated that.

your friendship went way beyond just study sessions and meetings, opting to hangout just because you liked each other’s presence, isn’t that neat?

eventually, he’d also open up more emotionally. telling you his woes, the pressure of being the heir to the kamisato business, caring for his younger sisters, and of course, general university/college student stress.

you heard him out every time, and always knew how to help him get out of his head.

“wanna come over and cry it out over som–” “yes.”

you had realized it when he slept over one night, he had fallen asleep on your lap, snoring quietly. you were gently stroking his cheek, admiring his soft skin, how kissable his lips were.

kissable lips? now, wanting to kiss them could imply a multitude of things, but that coupled with how much you cared for him, and the way your heart fluttered around his small acts of appreciation… you had fallen in love with him, hard.

after that “small” epiphany, you tried to bury it down, down deep in the recesses of your mind.

everyone must’ve had at least a moment in which they thought they were in love with a dear friend, right?

that was what you told yourself everyday for the past two months.

you tried to keep it buried, but the pounding of your heart only got stronger each time you were left alone with him. at nights, your thoughts would linger on what it would be like to take him out to dinner, send cute couple texts, and all of those domestic activities.

but for now, you could only stay where you were, a friend and a partner (in class).

it was valentine’s day, and you both were stuck in the library trying to make some progress on your term project. it’s not like you had any better plans anyways, you’re just hoping ayato didn’t mind. 

“what about this journal? it correlates with our topic.”

he sends you a link of the article in question and you skim through it; ayato is watching intently for any sort of response. you hum in approval, looking up at him from your laptop.

“i think we can use it, yeah. honestly, i just want this done with… and anyways, we can just do improvements on the final stretch.” you sigh a little, thinking of all the work left to do after this particular stage of the project. he raises an eyebrow with an all-knowing smirk.

“hmm? why in a rush? you have a valentine’s date perhaps?” you shut your laptop, sighing even more dramatically. “okay, one, you know i’m a loser, and two, maybe i'm just tired, dumbass.” ayato giggles at your misery, cleaning up his own things.

“you’re not a complete loser, despite what you might think.” he mumbles almost inaudibly, but you certainly heard it. it takes you aback and sets your heart ablaze, sure, but you shrug it off and try changing the topic. 

“what about you? you surely must have some event at the very least. aren’t you part of like three different organizations?”

he shakes his head, picking up his bag. “ok yes, but i actually don’t really care for the holiday that much. it's just an excuse for couples to show off, is it not?” now, that elicits a chuckle from you. “aw, really? maybe you’re just bitter you don’t have anyone to spend it with.”

he stops dead in his tracks, looking up at you; he’s rolling his eyes, and you’re laughing at your successful attempt in throwing him off.

“oh, whatever. it’s not like you have anyone either.”

“yeah, but at least i’m not the valentine’s equivalent of the grinch”

“hey! i never said–”

you both earn a shush from another nearby table, stopping your little squabble. you both decide to leave the area before continuing your conversation any further. once you’re both out, ayato takes the chance to continue what he was saying.

“as i was saying, i don’t detest the idea of love itself. i just see no point in celebrating such a holiday when you could be showing your lover how much you love them everyday.”

he had a point, and it was actually pretty poetic and romantic.

“okay, well that’s besides the point, valentine’s day is still a pretty cute excuse to go all out.” you swoon, thinking up the most romantic scenarios. a subtle smile rests on ayato’s face before he playfully shakes his head. “to each their own, i guess. just know that if it were me, i’d never let a day go by in which you aren’t aware of how much i love you.”

…

freudian slip, he was distracted by your cute face and the way it lit up at the thought of romance. you smirked at the turn of events though.

“me?”

“i mean… yes. i-i do wish to treat you as s-such… but i didn’t mean for it to–”

“i like you too, ayato. i... i've been waiting to say that for a while now.”

“oh… really?”

“yes, now take me out! you said you would treat me as such did you not?"

thoma ♡

it was your first few days on campus, and you were overwhelmed by everything. so many people, new places, and you all by your lonesome.

you weren’t a sociable person and it was tiring, you felt your head pounding at the thought of all the ways every little thing could go wrong.

you sat alone at lunch, trying to handle your oncoming headache, when someone approached you from behind.

“hey, uh are you alright?”

you were stunned to say the least, and turning around to see him only intensified that surprise.

“oh, h-hi.”

he introduced himself as thoma, he had the sweetest, kindest, most sunshine filled smile you had ever laid eyes on; you felt comfortable in his friendly aura, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious talking to someone as gorgeous as him.

his eyes shined every time he chuckled, and you swooned in response, letting him steer the conversation away from your worrisome thoughts.

eventually, he was able to talk you into going to the uni’s clinic, and he made sure to stick by your side until he was sure you were in safe hands.

“now, i’ve got a class, but this isn’t goodbye, right? next time we meet, i hope to see you in a much better state.”

he was so… gr. you’d rather him the one taking care of you, cuddles, handholding, and all, but yes, you definitely wanted to see him again.

over time, you’d run into him more often, text him every now and then, even eat lunch together with his friends.

he was such a delight to be around, you had any question about events, rules, recommendations, literally whatever and he’d have the best advice.

you’d spend hours sharing stories and random opinions, you even found yourself skipping a class or two just to spend an extra hour with him.

he took care of you so well, but it was also a somewhat somber reminder that you were just a friend to him, someone he took care of. you definitely didn’t want him to see you as some sort of younger sibling.

that was when you took it upon yourself to really lean more into the uni life. you tried going to parties, joining clubs, even going on a few dates. 

at this point, you weren’t so sure anymore if you were doing this for the experience or to run away from your feelings.

you found yourself blowing off hangouts with thoma in favor of some random frat party or blind date. even for lunch, you’d excuse yourself, saying you had to study or get some rest before your next class.

you couldn’t hold him off forever though, a simple text was all it took.

“we need to talk. meet you at that dog cafe by the flower shop in 30?”

“thoma?”

you looked like a corpse fresh out of the grave; your skin looked like it desperately needed some sun, and dark spots were evident under your tired eyes. thoma took your hand and guided you to a booth with some drinks and food. it was definitely tempting.

“we haven’t hung out in a while, i’m worried about you, you know?”

his frown hurt you like never before, but you knew it was only because of his concern. you took a seat across from him, slowly nodding.

“i know, i’m sorry. i’ve just been trying to expand my horizons? i don’t actually know anymore.” you sigh knowing you can’t even lie to him, he always sees things through. you took a sip of the drink he had ordered for you. he looked deep in thought before speaking up.

“then, why not talk to me about it? was it something i said? did you…” his voice is strained as he voices out the next words. “have you been making new friends?” there's an encouraging smile on his face, but you know it's only for show, for you.

“i tried, but no, not really. nobody compares to you, thoma.” your eyes meet his as you say his name. you didn’t mean to, but you wanted to be sincere. thoma, in return, blushed profusely, not expecting you to express such sentiments.

“ah, really?” the poor boy is trying to calm his racing heart and focus on you. “i– that’s nice to know that you think of me that way– n-not to say making new friends is bad! i just thought you had forgotten about me.”

“how could i? when all i could think about was coming back to you.”

“wait, what do you–”

“i like you, thoma. i love the way the light hits your face, i love how thoughtful you are about everyone, i love all the nonsensical conversations we’ve had. the only thing i hate about you is how much of an effect you have on me; how being away from you makes me sad, and being with you fills me with an uncontrollable rush of adrenaline… and, and even then, it's only my fault.”

your eyes closed shut the whole way, you can’t bear to see the pity on his face. you knew it was bad, you knew doom was imminent, but the only thing that hurt more than avoiding him was lying to him.

“i like you too… in that very same way, and i apologize if i ever made you feel like i didn't.” his hand slowly rested on top of yours from across the table. your eyes squinted slightly to see his face; there was a soft blush dusting his cheeks, and emerald eyes gazing back at you.

you slowly shake your head before replying. “you never did, you made me feel at home. i thought you’d only see me as some bothersome thing you had to care for, so i wanted to prove to you, and i guess myself, otherwise.”

his smile only widens, as he leans over the table to give you a kiss on the cheek. your eyes are fully open now, letting go of his hand to feel the warmth he left on your cheek.

“you were never a burden, if anything, my love for you sorta just overflowed that it manifested in those ways, me being a mother hen basically.” he chuckled, taking your hand in his. you nodded, focusing your gaze back on him.

“but now, i want you to trust me, let me love you, is that okay?”

divider: henri le sidaner | requests are open!! please do not repost on other sites

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

ʚ Pairing:   Thranduil x Female Reader (First person  POV)

ʚ Themes: Soft | Fluff | Explicit

ʚ Warnings: Explicit content of a sexual nature | Kissing | Obedience | Praising | Nicknames | Rough Sex | Penetrative sex

Minors DNI

ʚ Disclaimer:   I don’t own the original image in this edit.

ʚ Author’s notes : This is my first attempt at a first person POV reader insert story. Please let me know what you all think. 

The night had grown cold, and the rain fell like fat globs of ice, hitting me like an angry animal and chilling me to the bone while I rushed to the king's tent, carrying his supper. When I walked in, the warmth from a nearby brazier hit me like a soft blanket being draped over me, making a sigh rise from the tips of my toes. Ahh. So nice.

“Hello?” I looked around. “Your grace?”

No one answered. The tent was empty, the king was nowhere to be seen. It was all rather strange as he had demanded that his supper be sent to him immediately. My cold, wet feet are not happy with all of this, and neither am I. But, since I’m here and he’s missing--

I peak around when my curiosity got the better of me. Again.

There was the room where the king held his discussions. There were maps and charts and little chess like pieces everywhere. Here was where he came when he wished to read or reflect on his own, and here...

This was where the king slept. Thick carpets and drapes meant sound was muffled, the bed soft and comfortable. And those pelts, all brushed and clean, and so soft to the touch. They felt brand new, even though he’d been using them for weeks now. I run my fingers over them, looking around, and then--

"Who permitted you to be in here?"

Just me and my crappy luck. The king was behind me and he did not sound happy. Obviously. I gulped and looked straight ahead.

"I said,” His footsteps fell heavy on the carpet, his voice like a sharp lash. “Who permitted you to be here. In. My. Bedroom."

Say something! Anything! 

A cat has got my tongue. No. Several cats had got my tongue. It was all knotted up and twisted, all stuck to the roof of my mouth. All I could manage at first is a squeak.

“Is that all you could manage?” He was waiting for an explanation. An apology. Yes. An apology is the way to go. "Forgive me, your grace." I braced myself for the worst before I turned around to face him. What could I do to soften his rage? "I brought you your supper and you weren't here, and--"

"You thought it would be nice to snoop around?" Thranduil walked over to the table and helped himself to some wine before sitting down and glaring. "Poke your nose where it does not belong like you did the last time."

And he had noticed I have gone through the books the last I showed up with his food and he was missing. "Please forgive me for that, your grace.” He simply sat there, cold and unmoving. “I have never seen so many books in my life and-- they're all quite lovely really."

Thranduil raised an eyebrow to me, his face perfectly calm, perfectly reasonable. "You read?"

I myself wasn’t sure if this was a question or an insult, so I decided the kindest to do was to go with the former. "Yes, your grace. My father would read to me when I was a girl. He used to borrow books from his lord's library and let me read them when I was old enough to do so."

All he did was sip at his wine and sit there like a statue. An incredibly handsome statue that looked like one of the Valar had come to earth, all glorious and magnificent and—no no no. Now was not the time for my mooning over him, not when I was in so much hot water already. "I'll leave now." I gave him my best possible curtsy before leaving.

"Wait."

And here comes my punishment. His order stopped me in my tracks. This is what you get for being too curious for your own good, y/n.

"Many were given strict instructions not to go beyond the dining area of this tent, and yet you seemed to have not received that edict?"

I kept my back to him, but his eyes were on me the entire time, I was sure of it. "I did." I turn to him again, to a pair of blue eyes that looked like ice now. "And I have no excuse to offer."

Thranduil leaned back and studied me, his eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite name or describe. It was oddly thrilling though, the way he looked at me. "It seems a lesson or two in obedience is in order.” He put his goblet to a side. “Would you consent to it, y/n?"

"Y-you know my name?" How was it even possible? Thranduil dealt with dozens, if not hundreds, of people regularly. How could he remember me, a mortal, out of all the others? 

"That shocks you, I see." The rain beat at the tent and Thranduil made his way to the entrance to close the flaps. The inside grew all the cozier for it. "My knowing your name?"

I managed a nod and threw discrete glances at the king, taking in the ash blonde hair, the warrior's body underneath all of that velvet and silk. Women everywhere swooned over him, and if the rumours were true, more than one man too.

And he still has no queen, or even a princely consort for that matter. Why is that?

"And I guess my lessons must include the importance of not staring."

Damn it.

He was grinning. Thranduil was actually grinning, his eyes vibrant like a beautiful summer sky now. "Come here, y/n," he chuckled and urged me to come closer. "I will not hurt you."

My feet grew a mind of their own and willingly took me to him, only to stop when Thranduil lifted a hand when I was close enough. "You will be giving me an obedience lesson? Of what kind?"

"Lessons." Thranduil steepled his fingers together, his eyes crinkling as if he was in deep thought. "I will give you a series of instructions, and you must follow them to the letter. But before we proceed, I must know if you have been with a man?"

Why would he ask such a-- Oh. Oh. I started to get a pretty good idea of these lessons were going to be like, and I felt all the more excited for it. "Yes." I answer truthfully. "A soldier. They died in the war four years ago."

 Thranduil offered his condolences. "And you still wish to proceed?" He asked after a brief period of silence. "You must know you can change your mind anytime you like. I will not hold it against you."

I licked my lips nervously. A chance to spend the night with the Elvenking has fallen right into my lap. Should I pick it up? Refuse? I may never get another chance like this, and even if it only happens this one night and then never again--

"Yes." My cheeks felt they had been on fire by now. "My answer is yes."

Thranduil held out a hand to me. "Take it."

My skin tingled when his palm wrapped itself around mine. "Now kneel." He said simply.

Kneel? I sank to the cushion that he tossed to the ground. Alright then.

"Boots." He stretched out his legs. "Remove them."

I did as he asked, undoing the lacings of one, then the other. Both were kept neatly to a side after I took them off. "You are wet, and cold." Thranduil leaned over and ran his fingers through my hair. I could have sworn my pulse picked up several notches after this. "Would you like to be warm?"

I was wet, cold and miserable despite the warmth of the tent. "Yes."

"My lord." He gripped my chin, tilting it up and making me look at him. His eyes had gone dark and commanding. "Say it."

Those four simple words had my heart hammering like crazy. "Yes, my lord. I'd like to get warm, my lord."

He smirked and let go. "Later."

When I opened my mouth to protest, Thranduil simply tutted and shook his head. "Talk back to me and you can forget this entire night, petal."

Petal. So simple a word, yet the way he said it made me feel all giddy and excited and eager to do as he commanded. "I'm sorry, my lord. It won't happen again."

"You learn fast, petal. Very good." He grinned and tilted his head. "Now. Since my boots have been disposed of, my tunic must go next."

Hard to do when I’m on my knees. "May I stand up, my lord." 

Thranduil leaned back in his chair and nodded. "You may."

He kept perfectly still while I worked on the cords of his cloak, the buttons of his tunic. I could smell him, all hyacinths and lavender and oranges. His breath felt warm against my skin and all of it made my mouth water, but the smell and warmth of him was nowhere as mouthwatering as the sight of him. "Petal," he cooed. "Come closer and stand perfectly still."

I was right between his legs now. Thranduil sat up straight, his fingers curling in my hair, tracing lines over my wrists and fingers. His touch made me feel hot, hot and hungry, and it took every ounce of willpower that I had not to sit on his lap, push him back into his chair and kiss. When my breath hitched Thranduil grinned wolfishly. "Hungry for me already?"

How did he--? I needed to be more subtle. "Your eyes, petal.” His grin was sly this time. He was enjoying this way too much. Then again, so was I. “They gave away your need. Do not worry, I will take care of it soon enough."

My knees nearly buckled from that alone, but I held onto my control as well I could. Tapered fingers moved to my waist, then around to my back. When he tugged on a cord, those eyes of his took on a questioning look, as if seeking permission. Did he want to undress me? "Yes," I found myself wanting to feel his skin against mine. "My lord."

He tugged at the cord. And tugged again. Thranduil pulled. Thranduil plucked. And in the end, Thranduil yielded to his greatest foe, a thin piece of ribbon that insisted on staying exactly how it was. I tried to hard not to laugh when he cursed and swore and reached for his dagger. “Enjoying this, are you?” Thranduil muttered when he heard a stifled giggle.

“Very much.” He managed a grin this time as the blade sliced through silk. "You owe me a dress, my lord." I kept still as he made quick work on destroying my dress. And it was my favourite one too.

"I will give you many fine dresses." He finally chuckled and tossed his knife to a side. "Now lift."

When my arms go up my dress, the ruins of it anyway, is lifted over and tossed to the floor. My stays got the same treatment as my dress, Thranduil was in no mood to deal with more confounding cords. My shift was next. I was truly cold now, and nearly exposed save for my small clothes. My arms instinctively go over my breasts as wanting to be naked and actually being naked were two entirely different things. "Do not be ashamed, petal." Thranduil grip was gentle when he disentangled my arms and moved them to my sides. My cheeks were aflame, but I kept my hands to my sides as Thranduil let his eyes drift all over me, his hand gliding over my belly, making my muscles flutter and knees grow weak. I felt something, something like fire coming to life within me. His touch smoldered making me want as much he was willing to give me.  "More?" He asked, his eyes never leaving me. "Yes." Nervousness was slowly giving way to anticipation. What else could he do to my body? Make me feel? "Yes, my lord."

Without another word, he hooked an arm around my waist and pulled you onto his lap. I felt him. All of him. From the warmth of his skin to his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, to the hardness between his thighs. "Touch me." He placed my hands on your chest.

His skin was like marble, without a blemish. Thranduil leaned back into chair, rubbing my arms as if to encourage me to go on. Muscles trembled beneath my palms and I could hear his breathing grow raspy and hoarse as I went lower, to his belly, to the band of his leggings. "Not yet, petal." Thranduil grabbed onto my wrists to stop me from going further. "Not until I kiss you first."

A kiss. He wants to kiss me. I close my eyes and then his lips captured mine. I could feel his arms holding me closer, tighter, his lips devouring mine and leaving me dizzy. The chair creaked when he sat up straight again and his kisses trailed lower, skimming over my chin before latching onto my neck, making me whimper. "Not a sound, petal." He growled between kisses. "I want you quiet."

Biting my lip was the only thing I could do really, and all it did was heighten everything for me, from his fingers bunching up in my hair to the tongue flicking against my skin. His kisses grew hungry and greedy, exploring every possible inch of me, from the hollow in your neck to the soft swell of your breasts. “I said be quiet, petal.” Thranduil stopped everything and pulled away, leaving me breathless and weak.

I had barely mewled. Barely. "I'm sorry, my lord." How I ached to have his lips on mine again.

"Again." His voice had a steely edge to it.

I was practically panting now. "I am sorry, my lord." His hands ran up and down my spine, making my skin tingle all over. "Please do not stop my lord."

Thranduil leaned in so close his lips was just a hair’s breadth over mine. "Beg, petal." His chest heaved like he had been running for ages. "Beg for me to go on."

I felt like he was breaking me down to my very core and I didn’t mind it one bit. "Please. Please do not stop my lord. Pl--" 

When he kissed me again it was with a sound that was both a moan and a sigh. I grew lightheaded and cling on to him, making him growl every time my nails raked over his shoulders. His body seemed to swell even more and I gave in to temptation, my hands working on the clasps of his leggings. This time Thranduil didn't stop me. "Go on."

As the clasps were undone and I took his cock in my hands, I could feel him grinning into his kiss. His face pressed into my shoulder when I found a rhythm he liked, his breath growing frantic as I continued to stroke him, ceaseless with each gasp he made. But it wasn't enough for him and he grabbed onto my hands before I could finish him off. He wanted more, it was there in his eyes, in the yearning of his breath. "Yes?"

This time it was a request, not just an order. I wanted more, to feel more of him. To be his completely. I was sure of your answer, of myself now. "Yes."

With one quick yank, he ripped apart my small clothes and pulled me right on top of him. He went in inch by inch this time, his teeth nipping at my neck every time I moaned and whimpered, not stopping until he felt me tighten around his cock. "You feel so good, you know that?" Thranduil, unable to bear it anymore, pushed in completely and made me cry out his name. "Hot and soft and so so good."

He pressed his lips to mine, drowning me, making feel drunk drunk and senseless. I felt a pressure growing in my belly with each passing second, and on and on he went, leaving me empty one moment, then full the next. He seemed to enjoy pushing me to the brink before pulling himself back again, his mouth pulling into wicked grins every time I begged for him to go on, to not stop. Again when he gripped onto my waist and pushed in deep, so deep, it was all I could do to hold on. “Say my name, petal.” I could feel his breath against my ear, his tongue skimming over my earlobe. “Say my name.”

Teeth nibbling the shell of my ear made me half-whisper, half-moan his name. “Th--Thranduil.”

He held tight and made my mind go hazy from the rough scraping of his teeth and the heat from his tongue, my moans in sync with his, our bodies moving as if one. When that pressure within me came close to breaking point, my body close to snapping, I accidentally pull on his hair. Taking this as his cue, Thranduil went in harder and deeper, not stopping until he felt me sobbing into his mouth and collapsing into him. My vision blurred, the world felt like it had spun off it axis as I was shattered by the orgasm that ripped through me.  He was still relentless, crying out hoarsely as he pulled me closer, his body heaving frantically. With one final thrust he grunted as he spilled himself inside of me. The two of us were melded together, our bodies sweaty and trembling. Thranduil kept an arm around me, holding me to his chest as I kept shaking.

Slowly, the world started to spin again and I could hear the heavy sound of his breathing, of mine. I opened eyes and blinked when Thranduil tilted my chin and kissed me while I recovered your bearings. As soon as his strength returned, he carried me to his bed and laid me there, joining me not long after. "Y/n. Are you well? Did I hurt you?"

My back hurt and I felt a little sore, but other than that, "No." I felt lazy and content when the pelts were pulled over me. "Wait. Shouldn't I leave?"

Thranduil did a double take. "And why must you do that?"

Why? He asks why? "I'm just a servant. A mortal. Only an elven queen is supposed to share your bed."

Thranduil gave nothing away, his face perfectly still. "And what if I want you as my queen? Will you share my bed then?"

No. It can’t be. I sat up with a start. "You're playing with me now."

He chuckled and pulled me into his embrace. "I am not. You must be still wondering how I knew your name?"

"Yes."

"Well, I noticed you more than once, y/n." Thranduil played with my hair while I listened with rapt attention. "I noticed how you tended the injured, comforting them, writing letters on their behalf, never complaining, and always with a smile on your face. I noticed what you were like with the children, reading to them and indulging in their antics, how you always had a helping hand or a kind word for anyone who needed it. The elves of Mirkwood are a good and kindly people, and my consort should be a reflection of that. This is why I have never found someone in the past, and why I choose you."

In the name of all that was good and holy. He wants me to be his queen. Thranduil actually wants me to marry him and be his queen. "I--" it was a lot to take in. "I don't know what to say."

"Say yes." Thranduil grinned, his eyes filling with hope. "It is that easy, really. I will help you settle in, and in time, we will grow to love one another. I will do everything within my power to earn your love."

I think and think and think. Being Thranduil's queen. His wife. Everyone else wanted him, but here he was, willing to pledge himself to me by sacred oath, to love me and forsake all others for my sake. He was kind and generous to all, and to be loved by him... I take a deep breath and decide.

"Yes. My answer is yes."

[autisticlancemcclain]

Hey Baby (I Think I Wanna Marry You)

Keith/Lance (Voltron), Hunk & Lance (Voltron), Fluff and Humour, 893 Words

Summary: Keith and Lance are impulsive and ridiculous. Hunk is Tired of them.

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Sometimes Keith just… says things. Just whatever half-formed thought is on his mind. Which is why Hunk doesn’t bat an eye when Keith straightens abruptly from his position on the couch (where he has been glaring thoughtfully at the ceiling for forty straight minutes), knocking Lance’s legs from his lap. He squints at the man in question, and says: “Hey. Lance. Marry me.”

See? Sometimes Keith just says whatever. They aren’t even dating. Hunk knows this because Lance complains about it regularly (Hunk pretends to hate it, but, y’know. Drama is drama and he eats it up every time).

Lance doesn’t even glance up from his book, snorting. “Do you have a ring with you?”

“…No.”

“A location? A date?”

“No.”

“Get those details figured out, and get back to me.”

And just like that, the bit is over. Lance and Keith, being their weird, incomprehensible selves. They’re so caught up in each other that occasionally they just speak in one-word references; it drives everyone else insane. Have you ever watched two people so on the same wavelength that they just hum at each other in different tones and they have a whole-ass, real conversation? It’s beyond infuriating. It might even make you, during a meal where they are having said annoying conversation, lift your fork in front of the duo in question, pretending they’re in jail. For your own damn peace of mind.

But anyway. Keith and Lance tend to be in their own world, and Keith especially loves to just Say Things that make sense to Lance and Lance only. Ergo Hunk dismissed the actual, literal proposal as some weird inside joke between the two of them. So you can imagine Hunk’s surprise when, a week later, he’s minding his business, eating his dinner, when he notices something shiny on Lance’s fourth finger. His eyes widen, and he glances over to Keith, and — yep. Matching golden rings.

“Ahh??” he yells, pointing at their hands. His yell draws the attention of the rest of the team, who notice the rings and gasp.

“What the fuck are those,” Pidge demands.

Keith glances down at his hands, looking back up at them with his brow furrowed. “Wedding… rings…?”

Shiro pinches the bridge of his nose, giving Keith a Look. “She knows what they are, Keith. She’s asking why you and Lance are wearing them. We are all asking, actually. What the fuck.”

“Cause we got married,” Lance supplies, looking at them like they’re dumb. “Obviously.”

“I didn’t know you were courting,” Allura says.

“We weren’t.”

“So… why are you wed?”

Now Keith is the one looking at them weird. “Y’all were there when I proposed,” he says slowly.

“I thought you were doing a bit!” Hunk cries.

Keith blinks. “I’d never joke about marrying Lance. I’m in love with him.” Lance presses a kiss to his cheek, making a cheesy ‘mwah!’ sound.

“Love you too, babe!” he chirps.

“I thought humans tended to have a ‘dating’ period before marriage,” Allura asks again, still confused.

“They usually do,” Pidge mutters.

Keith shrugs. “No point. I love him, I know him, I’m gonna love him until I die. Why bother waiting?”

“Mhm,” Lance agrees. “Plus, he asked nicely. And we went and got me a ring when I asked.”

“Okay,” Shiro sighs tiredly. “I guess.”

Hunk can’t quite get over it so quickly. “Lance,” he says, staring at his friends with wide eyes, “your mamá is gonna kill you.”

That, finally, seems to make a difference. Lance freezes, sending a panicked look to his — his fucking husband, Jesus Christ.

“Maybe she’ll be so happy to see me that she’ll forgive me immediately?” Lance tries.

Hunk snorts, feeling vindicated. “Unlikely. That’ll teach you to run off and get eloped just because your impulsive-ass husband decided to marry you one random Wednesday.”

“It wasn’t impulsive!” Keith defends. “I’ve been thinking about Lance forever! Once I decided to go for it, I asked!”

“It was definitely a little impulsive. You didn’t even have a ring or anything,” Pidge points out.

Keith falters, and Lance smiles into his cup.

“Okay, true, but that’s what I have Lance for! He reminded me and we got them and boom. Problem solved.”

Hunk opens his mouth to argue further, but stops himself. Yes, it was sudden. No, it doesn’t really make much sense. Yes, these two idiots are codependent to the enth degree. But…

They are happy.

“I’m not playing marriage therapist,” Hunk says instead of you two are batshit insane and perfect for each other because of it. “Also, if I hear even one decibel of honeymoon sex, I will set your room on fire with you in it.”

Everyone makes a face at the insinuation, except for the newlyweds, who wear identical smirks. Because of course they do.

“I mean it,” Hunk warns, but he can’t quite keep the glare on his face.

After all — his best friends just got married. Sudden or not — he’s happy for them.

(He hears the fucking honeymoon sex. Because of course he does. But he and Pidge mess with their bed so that it folds in half and traps them in it if they get past a certain noise level, and Shiro laughs so hard he forgets to lecture them about it, so. He feels like maybe he wins that round.)

part two

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Music is life; Eddie Munson x reader

*Author’s note*

Well this is a first time for everything, although I’ll be honest I’ve been wanting to do a Stranger Things fanfic for awhile (like around s.2) but ever since the first episode of s.4 this man Eddie Munson has STOLEN my heart (and YES I’M STILL NUMB WITH WHAT HAPPENED). So I can speak for everyone that we NEED some Eddie fluff so I DELIVERED!!! Now there’s NO SPOILERS HERE, in fact I’d imagine this is as a PRE S.4 oneshot. Hope you all enjoy this and if there’s anymore Stranger things requests you wanna send my way, I’ve opened it up as a FANDOM TO WRITE just look at my pin post and see what character’s I’ll do.

ALSO SIDE NOTE. PLEASE LISTEN TO THE FILM SCORES I’VE LISTED. (honestly too lazy to do links plus you guys can just search them up on youtube or whatever streaming music service you use to set the mood).

Warnings: fluff, flirty Eddie, swearing.

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things​

@waddles03​

@psychosupernatural​

@ixchel-9275​

@queen-paladin​

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels​

@peter-parkers-cullen-nerd​

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The chaos of lunchtime was the perfect time for me to escape to my music.  Now while some people would be listening to the latest pop artist, new Queen song, or for people like a certain boyfriend of mine, drown the world out with heavy metal. Me, well I prefer to listen to the great scores of my favorite movies, today’s mixtape was Raiders of the Lost Ark.

I sat with the other ‘band geeks’ as I fingered on the table each note of the main theme when sitting down beside me was my bffl Robin Buckley.

“What’s on the score box for today?”

“Raiders of the Lost Ark.” I replied pausing the song and removing my headphones.

“Ahh, your sexy go to movie.” She teased.

“Hey any chance to see Harrison Ford’s chest is a win in my books. Didn’t see enough of that in Star Wars.”

“I swear you’ve got the weirdest taste in actors.”

“Oh you’re just jealous cause a character like Indy can get a girl like Marion and you can’t. Don’t deny it! Last time I was at the video store and Steve had it playing in the background, you kept staring at her like the way you stare at Vickie.” She shushed me before tossing one of my French fries at me.  I gawked at her and threw a fry at her which made her laugh.

“Backtracking away from my failed attempts at a love life, how are things going with yours?” she asked me.

“Great. Couldn’t be better.”

“You know I still sometimes can’t believe that you and Eddie Munson are a thing.” I shrugged.

“He’s really not so bad once you get to know him. We’re both nerds, enjoy music, and are basically all types of insanity wrapped up in a sack trying to survive in this fucked up world that is high school.”

“One thing though, your music tastes are way beyond being the same thing.”

“True. He tries to get me over to the dark side but I refuse. Sorry but his metal taste in music sucks.”

“Which surprises me that you both have stayed together for a year.”

“Oh trust me Rob. We have our fights about it, not in public but they can get pretty nasty.”

“Oh by nasty you mean swapping spit with each other to try and make your points across.”

“We do not swap spit. He tries to give me hickeys.”

“Same thing.” I shoved her arm as I stuffed some fries into my mouth.

“You know, instead of hassling me about my love life, why don’t I help you with yours?”

“God I swear you’re worse than Steve.” I grinned.

“Come on songbird, you know I care about you right? Band geeks in diapers remember?”

“Yeah, yeah nightingale. Band geeks in diapers.” Since Robin and I had been besties since we were practically babies, we always called each other a type of bird (and since we both love music and been taking band since middle school together) she calls me Nightingale since they’re the most passionate singers in the bird realm, and I call her songbird cause of the way she always plays her instruments so beautifully.

“And hell I could be your wing-woman if you ever need me too. You know I could give a crap about what people say about me. They already rat on me for both being in band and for dating Eddie.”

“As much as one would appreciate that, I don’t want you to be looked at as the ‘freak of sexuality’. I’ll just…..find my own way. Besides Steve and I are hoping to combine our failed relationships together to hopefully find the right match for us. I need his confidence and he needs my perfect perception on what he wants.”

“I’m not gonna voice out on what I think on what that love child is gonna look like.” She shoved me as I chuckled. “Kidding! Kidding. Hey speaking of that lovable dingus, could you tell him to stop stalking me and Eddie on our dates?”

“Oh god, what’d he do now?” she whined.

“He came into the diner, in probably the worst disguise ever. Fake mustache and everything, even tried to pull off the worst Irish accent I’d ever heard.”

“Are you serious?”

“Robin. He told me pip-pip da-doodley-do.” She cringed but also laughed. “I swear Steve’s a sweetheart, especially after what we went through with the—you know Russians. But sometimes he can be such a—”

“Overbearing dumbass? Yeah I totally get it. He’s the same with me. But I’ll talk to him, get him to lay off before your next outing with your man.”

“Thanks Robin, I owe yah.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She said with an evil, cunning grin. I shook my head at her and went back to listening to Raiders for the remainder of lunch.

Once school was over, I walked towards the isolated picnic table deep within the woods in the back of the school.  I had traded out Raiders of the Lost Ark for Empire strikes back and I fast forward the mixtape until I knew it would lay in (what I would also call mine and Eddie’s love theme) ‘Han Solo and the Princess’.

I sat along the table waiting patiently as I allowed the gently intro of the love theme take me away.  It wasn’t until the horns started playing when I felt two hands cover my eyes and my right headphone was removed.

“You really shouldn’t leave yourself vulnerable like this. You never know what kind of dangers lurk in these woods.” Eddie’s voice whispered teasingly in my ear.  I giggled and turned to face him as his hands removed themselves from my eyes.

“Oh really? And what kind of scoundrels should I be on the lookout for?”

“Scoundrel?” he said in mock offense as he took my hand in both of his gently squeezing it (much like Han did with Leia in Empire). “Scoundrel?” he repeated with a smirk. “I like the sound of that.” In timing with the music I could feel my heart fluttering hard against my chest and my breath nearly being taken away.

“Stop that.” I couldn’t help myself but say.  Thankfully Eddie and I share the same love for quoting films at each other as he said.

“Stop what?”

“Stop that. My hands are dirty.”

“My hands are dirty too, what are you afraid of?” Eddie said squeezing my hand once more, even giving it a soft massage (it felt twice as good since my last class was English and we had to write an essay for the whole class before turning it in).

“Afraid?” I asked incredulously.

“You’re trembling.” He said slowly leaning closer and closer towards me.

“I’m not trembling.” Eddie gave his infamous grin as his forehead pressed against mine, and I could feel his curls gently brush and tickle across my face.

“You like me because I’m a scoundrel. There aren’t enough scoundrels in your life.” He teased as his nose brushed against mine.

“I happen to like nice men.” I teased.

“I’m a nice man.” Inch by inch his lips brushed against mine until I leaned forward and kissed him right as the music reached it’s brief crescendo before decrescendo-ing to the part where 3PO basically cockblocks their moment.

Eddie reached over for my Walkman and stopped the tape but never once separated our lips until the need for air took over us both.  Our foreheads pressed together and I couldn’t help but say.

“That just made it ten times better.”

“And what song were you playing this time?”

“Our song.”

“Ahh. Han Solo and the Princess.”

“Yep. Although today was mostly Raiders but I figured I’d test this moment out with our song. See if we could make the kiss feel even more—thrilling.”

“And did it?” he said pulling me into his lap.

“Along with quoting the scene in perfect timing with the music, kissing you already feels like I’m on an all-time high. But with our song—Eddie I saw the entire galaxy.” I said wrapping my arms around his neck so that I could brush my fingers through those soft curly locks.

“God you are such a cheesy poet.” He chuckled.

“Look who’s talking Mr. ‘My heart beats faster than Gareth’s suckish drumming everytime I look at you’.” He covered my mouth with his hand.

“You know I have a reputation. If anyone hears you say that, I’ll…..”

“Be labeled as the school’s softie? You know that’s what you’ll always be to me Eddie-bear.” He lowered his head bashfully as he groaned in embarrassment.

“That nickname again.”

“Yes that nickname. Now c’mon let’s go. I’m making mac and cheese tonight.”

“With those homemade biscuits of yours?”

“Don’t I always make them with mac and cheese?” I stood up and Eddie followed right behind me like a puppy as the two of us headed for his van and he drove us to my house.

Since my parents were away on a business trip all the way in Dublin, Ireland, that left me to handle the house (which also meant free sleepovers between Eddie and I).  He always preferred coming here, even though I don’t mind going over to his uncle’s trailer.

“But in all seriousness, you have got to admit that you at least liked Metallica. If not Shout at the Devil.” He said as he stuffed the last bit of my homemade biscuit into his mouth.

“Eddie, I’m not denying anything it’s just that—there’s more to music than just heavy head bangers and lyrics being screamed so loud and rasply that you can’t understand what they’re saying.” I said going through my records of all my favorite movie soundtracks.

“Alright, alright I’ll admit doing the covers of some of those screaming metal songs is hard on my voice. But you can’t deny a good head-banger.”

“The last time I head-banged to Bohemian Rhapsody, I hit my head on the counter in Robin’s living room and ended up with 6 stitches in my head.” I said rubbing my right temple where the scar was hidden underneath my wildly, untamed hair.  

“Aww my poor baby.” He cooed as he brought me in a one arm hugged, removed my hand and replaced it with his lips.  “Guess that means no more Queen music for you.”

“Oh I still listen to them. Can’t deny they’ve basically changed the way music is. Plus the first ever band to do a music video that basically sparked MTV, fuck yeah. But in all honesty, there’s something about the pure beauty and raw emotion that program music has.”

“Program music?” he asked confused.

“That’s what my uncle calls it. You know the one who plays for the London Symphony.”

“Is that the same uncle who you say actually got to record for films like Star Wars, Superman and ET?”

“Don’t forget JAWS and Raiders.”

“Right how can I forget that? And what instrument did you say he played again?”

“The French Horn. Remember I told you he’s the one who actually plays that solo for the Binary sunset in A New Hope.”

“Oh yeah that’s right. Damn you’ve got such a metal uncle.”

“Hey Wayne’s a pretty cool dude. At least he’s kept you on the straight and narrow.”

“True. Been more of a dad to me than my old man ever was. Though I wish he would’ve been those uncles you’d allow me to have my first beer at 16. Still did it anyways but you know.”

“Edward Munson you are the devil incarnate.”

“Oh yeah?” he hummed as he smirked at me mischievously. Suddenly I felt him come up behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist and I heard him growl in my ear, “Well if I’m the Devil, you are my Lilith.” He let out a playful roar as he suddenly threw us backwards on my bed, the weight of the two of us making us slightly bounce as he kept a firmer grip around my waist.

He then buried his face into my neck and altered between gently nipping the skin, or just being straight up mean as he blew raspberries into the sensitive parts of my neck making it tickle.

“No tickling. No tickling!” I said trying to scrunch my neck to protect myself.

“Oh if it’s tickling you want,” I soon felt his fingers dig into my sides as I let out a shriek of laughter.

“Eddie plhehehease!” I screamed in laughter before he finally stopped and rolled me over till I was on my side and the two of us were facing each other.

“Never change, my beautiful, beautiful (Y/n).” he said stroking the hair out of my face.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He softly grinned before bopping my nose which made me softly giggle before he leaned in and kissed the tip of it.

“So, care to give me a…whatcha call it uhh—Program music? Yeah program music education?”

“Are you for real?”

“Well figured I’ve stuffed you with pretty much every one of my favorite metal bands, think it’s about time I learn a little about your music taste. So long as you don’t give me any of those old dudes from like the dinosaur age.”

“Eddie, Bach and Beethoven didn’t exist in the dinosaur age.”

“Well you know what I mean.”

“Darn there goes my first lesson then.” We both chuckled as he playfully ruffled my head but I got out of his grip before returning to my vinyl records and started to search for the first album I could introduce him to.

I pulled it out of the case and went over to my record player and set the record up before turning it on.

“So what’s first on the music appreciation list Ms. (L/n)?” Eddie said as he sat up on my bed.

“The first ever summer blockbuster.” The record started to spin and all was silent before the haunting two notes came up.

DUN-DUN…….DUN-DUN.

“JAWS?” he guessed.

“I’ll tell yah, first time I saw this movie, couldn’t sleep for a month and literally threw a temper tantrum begging my parents not to take me to the beach. Not to mention that besides television, this would be the spark that would launch John William’s career as a composer. And that it only took two notes to instill true terror, the like of which Freddy Krueger nor Michael Myers could never pull.” I said the last part in a haunting tone as I came up to him and sat on his lap.

As the music got faster as I spoke, I could already see the terror in Eddie’s eyes.

“Jesus……you’re already starting to scare me.”

“Good. That’s the power of music like this. Now close your eyes.” He looked at me skeptically but with a raised brow from me, he did as he was told.  “Imagine: you’re out in the middle of a large body of water. But you’re not on any boat, nor canoe, not even a wooden plank to float on. Blissfully unaware of what lurks just beneath you. But it slowly, silently gets closer….and closer….and closer until…..” when the tightening of the strings pierced my empty room I saw Eddie give a flinch.

He was seeing it!

“It has you by the leg. You feel yourself being pulled across the water. Pain and fear succumbs your very being as your screaming, begging for your life to be spared. The water around you erupting into frantic splashing as your body is being thrashed around like a ragdoll. Your screams piercing the air but there’s no one in sight to save you. Then all is still.” As the music went still I paused for dramatic effect.  “You think it’s heard your pleas and let you go. But then you feel it’s grip on you again, pulling your body once more. Your screaming resumes but you know it will only fall on deaf ears. Then with a final cry, you’re finally pulled under the water. The water now starts to still, and all is quiet.”

As the gently yet frantic sounds of the xylophone plays in the background signaling that the horrific scene had ended and all was back to normal.  Like nothing had happened.

“Jesus H Christ. Can I open my eyes now?”

“Yes you can open them.” He opened his eyes and looked straight at me.  “I should have you sub for me as DM with the way you just described that horrifying scene. And I know you haven’t seen that movie in a while to remember exactly what happened.”

“Told you. That’s the power of program music. It don’t have to match the scene word by word that it’s shown in the films. Or like with normal music how a lyric distracts the listener from the actual rhythm and melody being played. It can be erratic, moving, heartbreaking, and it’ll fit the scene of life itself.”

“Damn. You are a music philosopher.”

“Well I wouldn’t say that. My uncle just knows how to read music’s emotions and he taught me what he knows.”

“You got anything else?”

“Tons. Care to see why I think the Superman theme song is like the greatest opening to ever exist?”

“Compared to Star Wars?! Oh babe we’re gonna have another fight if you say that again.”

“You wanna debate, let’s debate. Star Wars opening theme is great, no denying that. But Superman’s theme song actually says its name.”

“When does it say that? I’ve seen that film enough times and I don’t hear anybody singing ‘Superman!’” he argued.  I stood up and turned my record player off and took the JAWS record out and began to search for my Superman tape.  I walked over to my stereo and turned it on and opened the slot and put the tape in before closing it and pressed play.

“Prepare to eat your words Munson.” I challenged as the opening started off soft.

“Not until you eat your own (L/n).” the suspense of the tuba soon began as I turned my stereo up as loud as I could and tapped along to the steady beats of the horns and strings as it began to build the suspense of Superman’s arrival.

“Okay, here it comes…..it’s coming…..is it a bird? Is it a plane? No it’s……SUPERMAN!!” right on cue the high suspense the whole orchestra went into full forte as the theme song actually said SUPERMAN

“HA! See I told you it didn’t say it!” Eddie exclaimed.

“It so did listen to it again!” I exclaimed as the orchestra repeated the superman part once again.

“You’re in denial sweetheart. I still don’t hear it.”

“God all that heavy metal has made you go deaf.”

“What was that missy!?!? I couldn’t hear yah!!” he shouted in my ear as he rubbed his own with his finger, trying to rub away the ‘deafness’. I shoved him away but he soon caught my hand then lifted me as high as he could as he spun me around.

“Eddie put me down yah big oaf!” I laughed as I exclaimed. He laughed as he continued to spin me around my entire room before falling down to my bed once again with me hovering over him.  Our laughter mixed together as the song continued to play in the background. “You are such a dork.”

“Your dork. But hey wouldn’t that count Superman a dork? He does work for the Daily Planet and wears those ugly glasses.”

“True but Christopher Reeves made them work.”

“Do I sense competition in the midst of my lady’s affections?”

“Only in a dream. But never fear good sir knight, you are the only man who has my heart.” I said as I rubbed over his heart.

“Good. Cause I don’t think I would last in a fight with Superman.” We both laughed and I said.

“I don’t think any of us could. Besides his heart belongs to Lois Lane. I could never compete with her.”

“In my opinion, you’re prettier than Lois Lane.”

“Aww Eddie you sweet-talker.” I leaned forward and captured his lips with mine right as the song came to an end.

We continued on with the Superman tape until the flying sequence came about I had to speak my mind.

“Now I both love and hate this song from the track.”

“Oh really? Why’s that?” Eddie asked as he wrapped his arm around me pulling me closer.

“Well not only because of how they shot it after he takes her into the air with the whole physics about how he holds her hand and they’re both flying together normally. But the stupid monologue Lois says during the music. It just—doesn’t fit well. In my mind, I imagined Superman holding her fairly close.”

“You mean like this?” Eddie said as he wrapped his other arm around me.

“Yes. Then we’d just—see them flying together. The music itself is beautiful on its own but her fucking monologue drones it out completely on film. For me personally, there are some scenes in film where we should just— let the music speak for itself. The fascination she already has for Superman, the closeness of their bodies pressed together. The lingering looks they share with one another as he takes her higher and higher into the sky. That’s why I’ll always pick the Binary Sunset over this song any day.”

“You’re not just saying that because your uncle has a solo in that song.”

“No. You know how we’re introduced to Luke right?” he nodded. “The Binary sunset, it—it allows us to also feel exactly what Luke feels. The longing, the desperation, the need, hope and the dream to have something far beyond our reach like the sun.”

“Damn you are really getting deep here babe. How did we ever work out?”

“We work out because you’re funny, you’re sweet, loyal to your friends, a good mentor to the present and future members of Hellfire. And you’ve got such an imagination that could only rival mine. Plus you’re the only guy whose accepted me for my own unique nerdiness. Not even the guys in band would touch me with a ten foot pole.”

“Well those band geeks are blind to see the true goddess that’s before them. All those guys they’re just doing band to get an elective credit. You—you have a truly, fiery passion for the music you play. Long to play, and may eventually play. Can you imagine if they ever did bring Lord of the rings to life? I’m sure the music is gonna need a player with as much passion as you. And I’m gonna be right there cheering you on and listening for yah.”

“Thank Eddie, it really means a lot to me.” He smiled then leaned in and kissed me softly.

“You think we can quote Star Wars all the way through just listening to the scores?” he asked me.

“You really gotta ask that?” I stood up from my bed and switched the Superman tape for A New Hope.  “One thing though, it doesn’t include the 20th Century Fox theme song.”

“Ahh the bastards!” he playfully groaned.

“So care to do the honors Ed?”

“Princess, it’d be my pleasure.” He then grabbed my own version of Brian May’s red special guitar, plugged it into my amp and turned it up as loud as he could.  I then grabbed two pencils and began the drum roll of the company’s theme song before Eddie played the horns section on the electric guitar.  Never before have I heard it be played on anything else but damn did he shred it and to use my guitar, it was pure poetry.

He unplugged my guitar and turned my amp off as we both said the title card introduction.

“A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away….” I pressed play and right on cue the full forte of the Orchestra played throughout my room. “Care to do the honors Dungeon Master?”

“As you wish my fair Princess.” He said before reading out the actual credit roll all the way through in his DM style of how he narrates his campaigns for his club.  From there on, it was the two of us acting out the scenes based off the scores that played out.

We also couldn’t help ourselves with quoting the rest of the movie and right as we came up to my favorite part, I turned to my window balcony and saw that the sun was just about to set.

“Oh my god.”

“Uhh that’s not the quote that comes next babe.” Eddie said.

“No Eds look, the sun’s setting. Oh let’s pause this and you’ll see what I mean come on!” I turned to stereo towards the window and grabbed Eddie’s hand as we went out to my small little balcony and stared at the sunset together.

*Eddie’s POV*

As my girl dragged me to her makeshift balcony and the rays of the sunset landed upon her face, I could hear the sound of the flute starting off the most epic part of the song.  Then as her uncle’s solo came into play, I immediately felt this—fluttery feeling in my stomach.

This angel nay this—goddess of music that stood at my side. She—she was my everything. My wants, my hopes, my dreams. Everything I wish to do, want to do I—I want her to be there at my side.  As the orchestra rose in volume, there was this wave of—god I can’t even describe it.

All I did know was that I never once took my eyes off of (Y/n) for a second as my heart swelled and I could feel my chest constricting with whatever this emotion I was feeling.

 “….d? Ed? Eddie.” I snapped out of my trance and said.

“What? What was it?” (Y/n) only smiled and reached up to touch the corner of my eye.  It was then I felt that I actually had tears in my eyes.

“You felt it too, didn’t you.” She said it as more of a statement than a question.  I sniffled softly and nodded.

“That’s what you feel everytime?” she nodded. “God babe that…..that was unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I felt—warm and…..god I can’t even describe it.”

“Music is the way of life. It’s all around us. Just like I’ve always said.” I cupped her face into my hands and asked her.

“I wanna feel it again. But this time with our song. Please sweetheart? I—I wanna feel it again, but this time as I kiss you.” God I’m sounding like such a sap right now but fuck it! This is a high I’ve never been on and I wanna feel what my girl feels every day she listens to these songs, especially how she described our kiss earlier today with our Star Wars love theme.

She placed her hands over mine and kissed my left palm before taking me back inside her room and switched out the tapes.

“Shall we quote the scene again?”

“I wanna try your theory of just letting the music speak for itself.” I answered.  She nodded and pressed rewind and waited for a couple of seconds before pressing play to see if it was our song.

“Okay let’s just let this last section of Boba Fett play out and then nothing but silence.” She said as she came up and wrapped her arms around my neck and I wrapped mine around her waist pulling her close.

Soon the gentle melody of our love theme started playing over the speakers.  As she gently brushed the hair out of my eyes I could already feel my heart racing faster than it’s ever gone before.  There was a lump in my throat but for some strange reason it felt like the good kind of lump.  Honestly I can’t explain it as beautifully as my musical goddess does, but all I can say was that I liked it.  A lot. It wasn’t a sexual pull, but a truly, deep, love connection (much like Aragorn and Arwen).

I lifted my hands to gently cup her face.  My thumbs gently stroking along where her cute dimples were hidden and I pressed my forehead against hers, our noses gently and affectionately nuzzling the other’s.  We both soon leaned in and as the music got louder our lips met and I swear to god—it was like a firework just exploded in my gut.

We separated and (Y/n) reached over and turned off the stereo as the two of us softly panted.

“Shit……” I gasped out.  

“What’s the verdict doc?” she asked.

“Best……high……ever.” I chuckled and she followed with soft laughter. “You were right. God that was—I know I always get butterflies in my stomach and my heart races every time I kiss you but with our song setting the mood…..holy shit.”

“Like I said. There’s more to music than just headbangers.”

“I’ll never question your wisdom again, my beautiful muse.” I said bringing her into yet another, more passionate kiss.  We walked right towards her bed and she collapsed once more onto it, and I immediately crawled on top of her.  “So what shall it be Princess? Want to make beautiful music of our own?”

“With most scoundrels I wouldn’t but for you, always.”

“I love you.”

“I know.” She said with a grin and a twinkle in her eye before wrapping her hand around the back of my neck and bringing me down to kiss her once more.

That’s a night I’ll never forget, I think out of all my shows I’ve performed, this one will always be my favorite.  Because it was just me, my best girl, and the two of us making music with our bodies all night long.

[lemon-boy-stan]

Can I have a Steve Harrington x Munson female reader where she's the one that gets dragged into the upside down instead of Steve and is the one that gets hurt. Lots of Steve fluff where he's just worried about her being hurt along with Eddie telling her she's stupid for doing that and being worried brother

hiiii anon, tysm for this request, i cried while writing it so i hope you enjoy lol (also im so sorry i forgot about the munson!reader 😔😔, hope you like it anyway??) I DID NOT SEE THE FLUFF PART I AM SO TREMENDOUSLY SORRY

"0x1 = LOVESONG"

summary: steve's girlfriend dives into lover's lake instead of steve. genre: angst. warnings: swearing, sexual references (literally just one), mentions of death, death scene. pairing: steve harrington x reader. an: based on this song by txt. also, i don't know the word count but its long asf lmfao

in this world of zero / i know / you're my / one and only.

in this endless darkness / like / oh my god, / so / holy.

from the / tip of my fingers / everything / runs / far away

my life / before you / was a mess,

couldn't win / this one round / of chess.

Steve turned to you with a growl, continuing his rant. "I swear to god, Y/N, if you die here I am going to kill you. I will kill you dead." you grinned at his words, "yeah, 'cause that's what 'killing you' means." and Steve glared at you. You rolled your eyes.

Eddie snorted, "your love language is one kind of strange, Harrington." Steve huffed loudly, puffing out his chest. You nuzzled your head into his neck, kissing his skin softly. "Don't worry, Stevie," you whispered softly, "I'm going to be okay. We're all gonna be okay." Steve nodded uneasily, letting out a shaky sigh. "I know," he said quietly, "I know. I just... I can't loose you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I can't loose you, baby. I don't wanna love anyone else."

You let out a broken sob, trying to muffle it in his shirt, "you won't. You won't, I promise." The boat was silent for a while, with nothing but the tide of Lover's Lake and the shuffling sounds of Eddie playing with the sleeves of his leather jacket to keep you company.

Robin slid the antenna of the radio up towards the sky and spoke into it what you were sure she thought was quietly, but evidently was not, because it broke the long, suffering silence. "Uh, Dustin. Your compass has gone from broken to completely screwed with a capital - ahh!" the kid spoke from the other end of the receiver, "then I think you've found watergate."

Steve frowned, clearing his throat, "what's Watergate?" you shrugged. Nancy turned to where you sat, "uh, I think 'cause it's under water and it's a gate." you nodded your understanding. Steve gripped your hand even tighter.

Robin radioed off, "alright, well, it's in the Lake, but I think we should try and see where it is first before, you know, jumping aimlessly into the beyond..." you stood up. "I'll do it." no one else had as much under water experience as you did.

Steve shook his head violently, standing up too. "Y/N, no. You're not going down there alone. You're not." eyes looking like they would start flowing with tears any minute, you hated how stressed this was making him, but you were the only one who could go down there.

"Steve," you said slowly, "Steve, baby, I've got to go down there and see where it is. I need you up here to come get me if anything happens, but I need you up here if anything happens to me down there." this only made him panic more but you kept talking anyway, "but I'm the only one who's qualified to go down there, baby. I've got eleven medals in diving and I've done three years of lifegaurd training, but I need you here to come get me later."

And then Steve started yelling, "NO, Y/N! YOU'RE NOT GOING DOWN THERE, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" Robin and Nancy jumped in shock at the tone he never raised.

His eyes started to glint with tears but nothing actually fell, "WE ARE NOT HAVING THIS CONVERSATION! YOU ALREADY PUSHED IT BY GETTING ON THE DAMN BOAT. I'M GOING DOWN THERE, I WAS CO-CAPTAIN OF THE SWIM TEAM AND I CAN DIVE, TOO. END OF CONVERSATION, STAY ON THE FUCKING BOAT."

You sighed softly, knowing he would forever hate you for doing this, but shrugged off the denim jacket anyways, Steve's cotton shirt hugging you tightly.

"Sorry, Steve," you whispered the words before pivoting quickly, staring into the murky obsidian lake water; and you dove. Steve roared loudly, rocking the boat angrily, making the girls shriek and Eddie swear in shock.

"Fucking bitch!" grumbled Steve, panic, worry, fear rolling in his mind, "fucking crazy bitch! She can't even see anything down there, she's gonna get herself killed, for fuck's sake..." he let out a tearless sob. Robin grabbed his shoulders, "hey, Steve. Your girlfriend's right, she is a really good swimmer. And besides, saw Eddie pass her a torch just before she went in." and Steve's breaths began to slow. Robin was right, Steve had seen yn dive from the highest platforms. He'd even seen her save kids in riptides who were close to drowning. She would be okay.

You let the torch in your hand guide you, the yellow light illuminating the dark blue waves of Lover's Lake as you swam through the bitter cold. Steve's shirt was not barely enough, and didn't even cover your arms, but you knew that the denim jacket would just drag you down.

You were counting in your head, how long you'd stayed under the water, and were up to just past thirty seconds as you kicked harder and swam below the darkness, towards the glowing red, away from Hawkins above.

And that's where you saw it, at the fifty-second mark, blaring through a heap of jagged rocks, brighter than police sirens, angrier than bleeding blood red. The vines crept along the center of it, hiding watergate from the deep.

In your head, Steve's voice told you not to go near the vines, but the vines themselves were pulling you near them, calling you. So you swam closer to Watergate, close enough to see that there was white in the red colouring of the lights.

And then one of the vines shot upwards and you screamed, silent bubbles leaping from your mouth, dropping the torch as it floated in the lake. You kicked, as fast as you could, back up towards the Lake, up to where the shadow of the boat was. "Just kep Swimming," said the Steve in your head, "you can do it. I know you can." fifty-five. Fifty-six. Fifty-seven Fifty-eight. You were going to die. Fifty-nine. You were going to die. Sixty - "hi guys."

The watter rippled beneath the boat and Robin swore loudly as head popped out, then your shoulders. Steve let out a gasp of relief. "Hi guys," you grinned widely, swimming over to the boat, "So the kid's a genius. I found Watergate and I think -"

But then Steve let out a horrified scream, an actual scream as your hands lost grip of Eddie's boat. You tried to look at what he was screaming at, but you felt it for yourself. The vines guarding Watergate had grabbed your ankle. You were screaming, too, heart thump, thump thumping. Steve gripped the surface of your hands, but the vines were stronger. They pulled you down, all the way down. Your heart was beating too unnaturally fast.

Steve screamed in horror, gripping on to your wrist, he didn't care if you would break. He couldn't loose you. He couldn't. But the words tumbled from his mouth, "baby, no!" and you slipped from his grasp, the current tumbling over your head, breath fading as the bubbles leapt in a wordless scream of your boyfriend's name.

And suddenly it was all over, the drowning. The vines dragged and dragged, under the water, under Hawkins. The water was gone, and for a while you thought you were dead; you opened your eyes and your breath vanished again, for a split second.

The upside down. You'd remembered listening to Will's tales of it in '83, but you'd never actually believed it. The place might as well be hell. It was like a bad joke, dead, blue, and red all over. But you didn't get to marvel at the place long enough. Because the vines, the vines were still attatched to your ankles.

And there were more or them now. More of them, that came from the blue-grey ground. They were taking it, your breath, as they wrapped around your limbs and skin and body. You'd thought you were going to die in the lake, but you knew you were going to die here now. There was no point in screaming. No one was going to hear you from another dimension.

from this / bottomless pit / you're the only one / shining gold.

now, i can't / stop thinking about you / when i'm sinking / alone.

And so you searched and searched in your mind until you found him, found his calm, safe words. Steve coaxed you, "it's okay to die. It's okay. I won't be upset, I promise. You can let go, baby. You can just let go." but then the other Steve, the other Steve spoke in shattered sobs, "you can't die, baby. You can't die. You've got so much for you, we have so much ahead of us. We haven't even gone to the Grand Canyon. We have to go to the Grand Canyon. Please. Please don't leave me."

And as the bats tore away at your skin and the vines wrapped around your limbs, you hung on. Clinging to his voice, both his voicees inside your head, trying to wrestle free from the grasp of the vines. "Keep fighting," said the Steves, "you've gotta keep fighting." they were the same person now. Keeping you going.

The tears, even though you didn't want them to, fell from your cheeks, you let out more sobs as they mixed with your blood, stinging the gashing scars. "It's okay," cried Steve softly, "it's okay. You're gonna be okay,"

the angel who one day, / appeared / to me

take me away / to your / hometown

i know / it's real / i can feel it

im full of problems / lovesick / nowhere else to go / i was fine to die, / i'm a loser / in this game.

the only one / rule / of this world / save me / take my hand, / please use me / like a drug.

"FUCK YOU!" Steve's voice rang low and loud, echoing throughout Hawkins. You craned your neck up because you didn't believe what you were hearing, you didn't believe it at all. Steve.

Not the Steve in your head, the real Steve, tears streaming down his stranger cheeks that never recognised crying. Steve roared loudly, "FUCK YOU!" a boat oar in his hands, "FUCK YOU AND YOU AND YOU!" Steve leapt at the bats, taking them out in groups of three and five.

Nancy shot them with her rifle, and Eddie and Robin tackled with them until the remaining two squeaked and flew away into the crimson red night. Eddie pumped his fists in the air, "EAT SHIT, DRACULA!" he turned to Steve and grinned, "guess there were vampires after all."

But Steve wasn't listening. He didn't care about the vampires. He just cared about getting you to saftey. Steve tore at the vines, ripping them in half. He thought that maybe it was the sudden course of adrenaline making him stronger, or the fear of loosing his girlfriend.

Either way, he tore through them, grabbing you rougly and ripping you from the ground. You cried out in pain and he almost broke down right there and then, but he told himself to get his shit together.

say you love me / say you love me

till the / end of the world. / all or nothing,

i want all of you / i know i love you.

i'm not going to make it / i won't be able to get / into heaven / i don't / belong there / there's no place / for me / in heaven.

at / the tips of my feet / everything / turned / pitch

"Steve," you sobbed loudly, "Steve. It hurts." Steve choked back his own sob, "shh. Shh. know. I know. You're so strong. We're gonna get you safe, okay? You're so strong. Just hold on for me, okay, baby? Can you walk, princess? Can you stand up for me. Please."

You coughed before nodding grimly, "yeah. I think. I think I can. Not ready yet. Not ready to go. Gonna - need you help me stand please Stevie please," Steve choked again as he watched you cough up blood, wiping it gently away from your chin. "Yeah, of couse, of course,"

Steve took three deep breaths, "I'm just gonna lift you. I'm gonna lift you now, okay, sweetheart?" you nodded at him, mind blank, focusing completely on his words. "Steve," you whispered, "keep talking. Please. I don't wanna die, please keep talking please."

black / in this world / of ice / you're my one /

shining glow. / now i can't / stop / thinking about you / when i'm / sinking / alone

i'm full of / problems / lovesick / no way /

to go / i was fine / to die / im a loser / in this game /

the only one rule / of this world / save me

take my hand / please use me like a drug / i know

i love you

Steve nodded, "okay. Okay, baby. Shh. Just listen to me talk, yeah?" it hurt to move, but you hoped he knew you were listening. Steve let out a shattered breath as he got you on your feet.

He smiled, "do you... do you remember how you alway got mad at me for walking into rooms when you were alone in them?" he chuckled softly, "it was - it was because you would always sing when you thoight I wasn't there. And I said you should consider it, singing, I mean, but you always said no because you said you sounded like Tammy Tohmpson."

"And I said, 'no, she sounds like a muppet. You sound actually good.' and you said, 'no, I sound like a muppet.' and also, also -"

You let out a sharp cry of pain as you walked.

Steve tried not to sob, "also do you remember that night in freshman year at Josh's party where you got really drunk and when you gret drunk you get sad and you told me, you said you were fat and ugly and I got so mad I got so mad because it's not true at all and oh my god we went for so long that night oh my god. I kept telling you how pretty you were."

He still kept talking.

"Or that time. '84. Where you - you saved me from Billy and you kicked his ass and I kept on thinking, you're so fucking hot and awesome - no. No. No, no, no. Please. Please baby. Please don't go. Please. Please, no! Please baby. Please. NO, DON'T FUCKING LEAVE ME DON'T FUCKING LEAVE ME PLEASE Y/N PLEASE PLEASE DON'T GO DON'T GO,"

But you were going. You knew you were going. You smiled softly, "it's okay, Stevie," standing limp on the ground, "I - It's okay." and Steve cried, sobbing big loud tears, "no, nononononono." you held your smile, "I could never make six kids anyway." giggling quietly, ignoring the blood. Steve sobbed, "I don't need six kids. I don't even need one kid. I just need you. I love you. Please. Please I love you so much." your ankle twisted so you fell and he held you in a bridal position, "it's okay, Stevie. I love you too. It's okay. I wanna... tell me ... the ... the Grand Canyons. And... and the Rockies."

Steve nodded but he was still crying, "we'd go... in a caravan. Just Like Eddie's. Every Summer. Our kids. Would... they would be so fucking loud and noisy, Y/N, you have no idea. Even more annoying than those little shitheads.

It would be so hot in there but I don't think they would mind, and on late nights we'd just chill under the stars and I'd try to stargaze but you know stars are difficult so anyway I think we would just sit there and watch them.

We would have three boys and three girls and they would run around the backyard and they would always be fighting with each other but that's okay because I mean, like, Dustin and stuff fight all the time and anyway I don't think that would matter.

We could have a dog. It would be because the kids wanted it and they said they'd look after it but it would always end up to be you and I who looked after it, we could call it Gumbo like that little green dude, you know... and I don't think we'd live in Hawkins but I do think we'd come back sometimes, just for old time's sake..." and Steve kept talking, talking long after he knew the lights had gone out, because he knew it was what you wanted.

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